I volunteered at the Freeway coffeehouse tonight.
One of my new friends came in to work on one of her many ongoing art/craft projects. Her art might not be valued by a lot of critics or the general public, but when you see how much joy it gives her, it becomes a deeply meaningful experience, a privilege to share.
When I commented on the beauty of her most recent project she responded by saying “I am very good. Before I felt so stifled, but now I feel like a butterfly, so free.”
I could have wept, right there on the spot. I was so moved by her self-awareness, her grace, her recognition of the beautiful and rare gift of being able to express oneself. This is a true artist.