Guest guest Posted June 24, 2002 Report Share Posted June 24, 2002 Dear Valerie, I just love your watercolors!!! And Alan--well, I wish I could take photos like that! Wow! Such talent in this group. I work with prisoners at my regular job and love talking with them about God. I am attaching a drawing done by a prisoner named Johnnie Williams. He did it all with a pencil. I brought it home and put the color in it with the computer. It's my first attempt. Hope you like it. Attachment: (image/jpeg) johnnie williams 1.JPG [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 25, 2002 Report Share Posted June 25, 2002 Dear Rev Susie - I like the drawing! :-) love, valerie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 25, 2002 Report Share Posted June 25, 2002 Dear Ms Susie, Would you care to write sometime about the nature of your work with (presumably) penitentiary prisoners. It would be so interesting to learn how you came to be involved - and especially to benefit from just maybe a couple of anecdotes. I wish you well ! John............Silent Companion......... ---- Dear Valerie,I just love your watercolors!!! And Alan--well, I wish I could take photoslike that! Wow! Such talent in this group.I work with prisoners at my regular job and love talking with them aboutGod. I am attaching a drawing done by a prisoner named Johnnie Williams.He did it all with a pencil. I brought it home and put the color in it withthe computer. It's my first attempt.Hope you like it./join All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a.Your use of is subject to the __ IncrediMail - Email has finally evolved - Click Here Attachment: (image/gif) [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 25, 2002 Report Share Posted June 25, 2002 Dear Susie and Johnnie: The drawing and coloring are wonderful. I have gotten a lot of peace form this collaboration. The path to the well just goes there and no further. The bucket lies on the ground instead of up to stay clean. It is as if the person getting water left or was taken or did not care enough to put it back. The geese fly free. A single strand of barbed wire loosely strung is not much protection from outsiders and not much of a cage. It seems Johnnie is a poet with a pencil. Love Bobby G. , "Susie Rock" <revsusie@o...> wrote: > Dear Valerie, > > I just love your watercolors!!! And Alan--well, I wish I could take photos > like that! Wow! Such talent in this group. > > I work with prisoners at my regular job and love talking with them about > God. I am attaching a drawing done by a prisoner named Johnnie Williams. > He did it all with a pencil. I brought it home and put the color in it with > the computer. It's my first attempt. > > Hope you like it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 26, 2002 Report Share Posted June 26, 2002 Bobby G. writes: It seems Johnnie is a poet with a pencil. Dear Bobby, Johnnie did a few landscape pictures just for me, I think. His real talent is portriats. He is a middle aged black man who has throat cancer, I think. Not sure. Never discussed it with him since he has a hole in his throat and can't speak. What caught my eye one day as I was coming through the ward was a self-portriat. He is just a master with just a regular old pencil. Below his photo of himself in his prison garb with the number on the shirt pocket was a chain that had been broken in half. I asked him if that might be the symbol of his mind that was broken free whilst he was in prison. He looked at me and smiled and we were friends from that moment on. I went on to tell him of a small speech I made up to give the new inmates who came into our prison. I would be drawing their blood (they had to agree with me--I had the "weapon") and say, "Four walls does not a prison make. It's the prison in your head that you need to get out of." All of them would say, "Yes, ma'am," but some would understand. When I'm not doing the work I'm paid to do, I often go up on the floor and talk with the inmates. They are no different than anybody else. There are nice ones and there are manipulators--all kinds. I speak of Allah with the Muslims and Jesus with the Christians and reincarnation with the Jews. I tell them about Jesus' greatest gift--our ability to see His face in all people. I speak of Oneness and connectness. No matter what religion they are, they can understand it. No matter if they have no religion they understand. Spiritualism is not about religion. Johnny is gone now. I gave him my card and asked him to write but he hasn't yet. He's doing okay, though. I snuck him in some real charcoal pencils and now he can really go to town. Love, susie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 26, 2002 Report Share Posted June 26, 2002 Dear Susie: It is very enlightening to hear of your experience with inmates. It is good to know there are people like you in the system. Most of the things I see about it have to do with abuse of some kind. Art is a communication and in Johnnie's case a communication from someone with something to give. It was good of you to post it so the link was completed to some people who get together for just such things. Love Bobby G. > Bobby G. writes: > > It seems Johnnie is a poet with a pencil. > > Dear Bobby, > > Johnnie did a few landscape pictures just for me, I think. His real talent > is portriats. He is a middle aged black man who has throat cancer, I think. > Not sure. Never discussed it with him since he has a hole in his throat and > can't speak. > > What caught my eye one day as I was coming through the ward was a > self-portriat. He is just a master with just a regular old pencil. Below > his photo of himself in his prison garb with the number on the shirt pocket > was a chain that had been broken in half. I asked him if that might be the > symbol of his mind that was broken free whilst he was in prison. He looked > at me and smiled and we were friends from that moment on. > > I went on to tell him of a small speech I made up to give the new inmates > who came into our prison. I would be drawing their blood (they had to agree > with me--I had the "weapon") and say, "Four walls does not a prison make. > It's the prison in your head that you need to get out of." All of them > would say, "Yes, ma'am," but some would understand. > > When I'm not doing the work I'm paid to do, I often go up on the floor and > talk with the inmates. They are no different than anybody else. There are > nice ones and there are manipulators--all kinds. > > I speak of Allah with the Muslims and Jesus with the Christians and > reincarnation with the Jews. I tell them about Jesus' greatest gift--our > ability to see His face in all people. I speak of Oneness and connectness. > No matter what religion they are, they can understand it. No matter if they > have no religion they understand. Spiritualism is not about religion. > > Johnny is gone now. I gave him my card and asked him to write but he hasn't > yet. He's doing okay, though. I snuck him in some real charcoal pencils > and now he can really go to town. > > Love, > susie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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