(Leading on from entry five…)
Responding to the energy around and within him can also be a magical thing.
Like a piece of improvised scat-jazz, he finds the off beats of his environment and draws them into a collective and interpretive experience.
Dizzying, fearless, abandoned… perpetual motion!
Intensity overtakes… “Sometimes the heart breaks, and cracks open because there is so much love bursting through,” he says.
Love is his core motivation for all things. It is the driving force of discovery. Love is purity.
He has a fluidity I envy and hope to help him manage as mainstream needs come into those moments, allowing his impulses, that are driven by love, to enhance the ordinary backdrop of the day.
There is an ordered chaos in his words “love makes more life”.
In that state of depth… love: intrigue, admiration, devotion… the subject matter is multiplied or created.
His demonstration of love is spontaneous! Captured in the moment it comes forth in a new revelation or relationship.
Love in his empathetic nature allows him to draw on the people around him. That person walking their dog becomes a conversation and a new friend, creating a friendlier neighbourhood; asking a question in the state of curiosity, he discovers the secrets of an old war veteran; the lonely young woman at the bus station receives a gentle kiss and his boldness pierces through her bubble of isolation.
He sees the person’s injury and soon has them disarmed, talking and connected to where they need to be.
Teaching his granddad to walk without a cane provides clarity that all things are possible.
When his grade seven buddy at school is walking down her graduation walk of honour, he clings to her for dear life, bawling his eyes out; makes me question – who would you cry for?
And in that crowded room of adults… among them all he hugs one. The senior woman whose son has recently died of cancer. Compassion conquers. Love truly is the greatest gift of all.
Love in his creative nature, he is a vessel to receive inspiration, drawing from those rhythms around him.
He says “art comes into my heart and fills it with love”… and thus the momentum following is an obsessive commitment to canvas in raw expression or finding all the elements necessary to fulfill what he can see.
The outcomes themselves may not be perfect. He may not be a prodigy, but if faithfulness was a measure by which we judge, he is the bright star our lives would be dull without.
I find he is often overlooked. Perhaps his work doesn’t have a ‘finished’ look. Perhaps his creations are not researched thoroughly enough. And sadly have witnessed that his very own enthusiasm, not being mindful of others emotions and space, can ruin a moment.
The tests of true character, of true intentions, of a person’s nature are those troubled times.
Adversity, one day was revealed.
I found some small graffiti in the boys’ wardrobe… clearly by a visiting playmate, and the lisp-spelling easily revealed the culprit.
It read “Eefan Suks” (translation Ethan sucks)
Ethan sighed… “I know he doesn’t like me mum. I am his enemy. But he is my frenemy… There is no room in my heart for hate, only love”.
When I, as the parent, can see the healthy fruit of his intentions, his core motivations, it allows me to trust him, to trust his instincts, to rejoice in his outcomes.
To enjoy him more gives me the momentum to steer him in those directions he desires to go.
As a reflection of his own words, my love for him, creates more life for him.
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