You see so much on these cross-cultural trips. I'm thinking about that as my friend, Marcia, sends pictures back from S.E. Asia, where she is multiplying over and over what she learned in my art studio.
I was remembering something I saw on one of my own trips.
The orphanage was filled with throw away children. I will never forget the small boy, laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, with two tears running down his cheek. I felt so helpless standing beside him. My friend said, "Their little bodies are like prisons."