Monday morning I sat down next to Job on our brown plaid picnic blanket. A few others were bustling about setting up to cook pancakes. I asked him how his week was. And he muttered some unintelligible words threaded together as only a maybe 50 year old long term speed user can do, but then pointing at my little book, asked if he could draw. Surprised I immediately found a pen and watched him begin. Circles. Endless circles. Getting deeper. Pushing harder. Almost ripping the paper. I picked up my guitar and began to play. “Give me your hand, and we’ll walk, walk down together” I could watch as the words filled the space bouncing around and calming the area. “lift up your heart and we’ll dream, dream dreams together” And Job began to draw. Slowly but surely. He began to draw. First lines. Then waves. The final product ended when he received his pancake, and wasn’t much to talk about but it was beautiful to me. It was beautiful to see him relax.