I was walking in Paris having had a most amazing outreach with a most amazing young man when it struck me that I had just come through my own personal funk. After having finished a wonderful run of shows meant to benefit the cause of sharing my learnings about the grand possibilities available to the autistic mind I had wanted to stop working. I was feeling a little like Jesus and the lepers… overwhelmed by the numbers of people needing help.
Work began to slow as if in response to my desire and I considered retirement with sigh upon sigh. I began to imagine myself as an old woman painting pictures of landscapes. I dragged myself onto the plane and flew the seven hours to Paris. Then I saw him. The beautiful teenager I was here to help. He mirrored me even before he saw me, with shoulders hunched and head in a slump. What a gift his presence was. For in that moment I remembered what I had come to teach.
LIFE COMES TO ME WHEN I COME TO LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!