Hmmm....I wonder

It was interesting that the child picked up something which I had written quite a while back.  I wondered what was in his head lately.  My senses has been tingling lately, and I know, whatever, and however I felt, I had to draw back first, and wait and see...cos firstly, this is no longer a child and secondly, it will take a lot out of him to ask for help.

What do you get when the left brain and the right brain collide?
Never the twain shall meet?
I hope not.
I still feel that he is a bundle of contradictions; but  yes, I still stand by my belief that sometimes, if we always find a logical explanation as to why things happen the way they do...well, sometimes it may lead us to a lot of discontentment within.  And since I surrender myself to a higher Will up there,  I have learn to accept what comes my way a little 'easier'.  I pray for the day when this child will too, someday.

I can't win via logic, his skills have been honed and surpassed mine.
But I will remain true to my inner feelings, and intuition.  That is the grey area that he refuses to be drawn into. And since God has been pushing special kids by my way,
I know... I will keep on trying.

Here is a poem worth mulling over.
If...things can be explained, one way or another, then whether he has a literature background or not, does not matter.
Think this one through.

The Paintbrush - Lee Eizkel
I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn’t show.

I’m so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you’ll do
– that You might laugh or say mean things.
I’m afraid I might lose you.

I’d like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.

So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes,
I’ll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love Me with all that you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn’t understand.

So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I Can Love Me, too.

Take care, AB.
Keep your paintbrush near...and use it
until you are really ready.