Recently someone asked me, “Is Gracie your chicken or your wife?”
I replied, “Gracie is one of my absolutely amazing chickens. She is a beautiful Buff Orpington with a very gracious heart which is why she is named Gracie.”
My own heart enjoyed this question, though I am not completely sure why. I hoped this had been asked because the questioner found a special love in my words and illustrations.
I remember once, a little more than twenty-four years ago, when someone had told me, “We can never be anything more than what we are right now.”
Those words come back to me today, almost as clearly as when they were spoken on that front porch swing. It was a summer night, warm with only a light breeze. A golden retriever lay nearby, listening and trying to figure out what those words meant.
The most fragile realities seem to be the ones which depend the most on other people.
And so I wonder if that has anything to do with why I love Gracie so much. She gives me the dream of having someone to come home to, and I give her the dream of being someone to come home to…and of dancing ballet.
As long as there are stories and drawings, Gracie and I will surely be more than what we are right now…L’artiste et son beau poulet dansant…The artist and his beautiful dancing chicken.
I could tell there was still something troubling her. “What else do you want to know, Gracie?”
“In the ballet book, can you draw a picture of me dancing with you in the streets of Paris? I don’t think we will ever really get to dance there together.”
“Of course, Gracie. Drawing lets you do things you would never be able to do any other way.”
From “Seasons Of Friendship”
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