Adam Benjamin Clark

1977-1983

Things that help me to heal . . .

You are my Family Can you fix it? It's a broken heart. It was fine, but it just fell apart. It was mine, but now I give it to you, 'Cause you can fix it, you know what to do. Let your love cover me, Like a pair of angel wings, You are my family, You are my family. We stood outside in the summer rain, Different people with a common pain. A simple box in that hard red clay, Where we left him to always remain. Let your love cover me, Like a pair of angel wings, You are my family, You are my family. The child who played with the moon and stars Waves a snatch of hay in a common barn, In the lonely house of Adam's fall Lies a child, just a child that's all, crying "Let your love cover me, Like a pair of angel wings, You are my family, You are my family." --Dar Williams, "Mortal City"

The Velveteen Rabbit "What it REAL," asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender . . . "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made, "said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real, you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up, " he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off,and your eyes drop out, and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. "But these things don't matter at all, because one you are Real, you can't be ugly except to people who don't understand." --Margery Williams

The Fall of Freddie the Leaf At dawn the wind came that took Freddie from his branch. It didn't hurt at all. He felt himself float quietly, gently, and softly downward. As he fell, he saw the whole tree for the first time. How strong and firm it was! He was sure that it would live for a long time and he knew that he had been a part of its life and it made him proud. Freddie landed on a clump of snow. It somehow felt soft and even warm. In this new position he was more comfortable than he had ever been. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. He did not know that Spring would follow Winter and that the snow would melt into water. He did not know that what appeared to be his useless dry self would join with the water and serve to make the tree stronger. Most of all, he did not know that there asleep in the tree and the ground, were already plans for new leaves in the Spring. The Beginning . . . --Leo Buscalglia, PhD.

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