An elderly man was spending some time in the hospital.
I asked him to just draw a line. But he needed to know what he was drawing.
He said, “I can’t draw!”.
So I asked him to tell me what you did for a job, most of your life.
“I was a miner”, he said.
So, I suggested he knew exactly how to draw a line when he didn’t have a map.
“Can you remember the mines and the different branches?”, I asked him.
And he proceeded to draw a map of the mine routes he worked for through most of life.
In reflection, he drew a beautiful line story of his life’s work.
Art is not about perfection. He had feelings from the past that he brought into the present time. Onto paper.
It changed his perception on something he said about being “just a miner”.
I would say, it was so profound to meet the artist in the miner. And to me, that’s worth more than gold.
– Nancy Corrigan
Just start with a line…a dot…a splash…a movement….for in thát, there is a ripple of change:) Love the moment shared with the miner.
I love this story of re-connection… was it Rumi who said, “we are forgetting in every moment.”