Checking his List
By Norman Rockwell
Santa's Helpers
By Norman Rockwell
December 2, 1922
- The Saturday Evening Post
New Year Look
By Norman Rockwell
This is one of my personal favorites, it reminds me of my own grandparents!
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Today I went to a Christmas party held for children that have been sexually, physically and emotionally abused. We had lunch, sang songs and of course Santa was there with a present for each and every child.
I was given a tour of the building and was given a brief description of the different therapy's that are provided in each room. At the end of the short tour I was in a room where the children use different mediums of art as a form of therapy. The walls were covered in paintings, sketches, drawings and collages.
Never in my entire life have I been so affected by art and completely overwhelmed. Art so graphic and that screamed out;
Pain.
Violence.
Fear.
Anger.
Hurt.
Helplessness.
I started to turn around because of all the feelings that were being absorbed through every pore in my body and I knew that I needed to get out of the room. Just for the record, just because I am Bipolar does not mean that I am an emotional basket case. In fact before being diagnosed I was non emotional, being described as unfeeling and almost cold hearted by my family. Just as I was starting to cry, I felt a small hand touch my arm. When I looked down, there was a beautiful little girl, (I am going to call her Amy) saying "Excuse me, do you want to see my new painting?"
It took me what felt like hours only it was only a matter of seconds to respond and comprehend that she was speaking to me. In Amy's hand was a picture and she was trying to hand it to me. I took the painting from her, headed out of the room and I found a chair to sit on in the hallway.
Amy sat down next to me and started describing what was going on in her painting. On the left, was a monster that was behind bars. The monster had red eyes and a huge tongue sticking out of its mouth. She told me the monster was "him" and that she was so glad he was in jail for ever. There were two police officers standing guard on each side of the bars with guns. In the center, was a big building with rooms full of beds and at the bottom were two female figures walking out of the building with suitcases. Amy explained that those figures were her mother and her leaving the shelter together. To the right was a huge rainbow and at the end of the rainbow was a house with flowers and a cloud in the shape of a smiling face. Amy said that the house was their new home with lots of pretty flowers. When I asked Amy about the face in the cloud, she said simply "That is God, silly. He loves us and provides for us."
Amen Amy. Amen.
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N Posted by Rain at 12/20/2006 01:02:00 AM
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jules posted at 8:55 PM
Geoffe posted at 10:10 PM
Name... Rain
From... West Coast, United States
I am a strong, sexy, intelligent, candid and loving woman who would do anything for her family. I am a mother of two.I have a sarcastic sense of humor,love to read and I am trying to stay positive in a difficult world.This is the place that I will use to perserve my sanity on the path that is called my life.
"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity.It can turn a mealinto a feast, a house into a home,a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.~Melody Beattie
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