Roy DeLeon‘s stories are simple and mesmerizing, like a zen poem.
Simple truth, compassion, reflection.
His sketches are delightful.
They bring a smile to my face, even when they are dealing with sorrow,
because there is a message of compassion.
I can’t imagine a better artist to share for our first month of
We Are The World blogfest!
“We were going to pass each other in a couple of minutes. I saw her face.
Dark, frowning. Each step heavy. Instinctively, I breathed in, held it for a few secs,
then exhaled. And for the next few breaths until we passed each other, I inhaled as I imagined breathing in whatever was worrying her, whatever was burdening her.
Then I breathed out whatever will make her feel at peace and calm.
I hope it made her steps and her heart a little lighter.
May we, during our dark hours, know that there’s always someone
praying for us or holding us in their heart without us knowing it.
Maybe even they don’t know they’re praying for you. Oremus.”
“From a Seattle Starbucks, I see them standing in the cold morning temperature as people passed them by. “Anything helps” read their sign. They were young. Looked able-bodied. Easy to think, ‘Why should I help them? Why don’t they get a job like everyone else?’
When I was done with my coffee and drawing, I nodded and smiled at
them as I handed them a few bills. At least as a thank you for being my
unwitting models for my drawing, which I also do for buskers.
May donors and volunteers towards the end of hunger,
poverty and homelessness be doubly blessed by those they bless.”
“She was our food server at the restaurant last night. All the while, I tried to figure out if her hand tattoos were real, or henna. When we were done, I asked if they were real. Slowly, she nodded her head.
Later, before we left, I asked if I can photograph her hands.
She asked: for real?
Me: of course.
She: I thought you were kidding.
(I got the vibes that her tats were not appreciated by some.)
And then she did this gesture.
On each of her 8 fingers was a calligraphic treatment of each letter spelling BONA FIDE. Latin for ‘in good faith.’ It also means genuine, authentic.
Lead us from lies to truth,
From the fake to the authentic,
From meanness to kindness,
From fear into peace.
Peace. Peace. Peace.“
“you’re on in the night
a guiding light in the dark
’til the morning light
May we keep our light on for those lost in the darkness of or victimized by
fear, ignorance, lies, malice, unkindness, and hatred.“
“As I drew this from a photo by the WPA photographer Dorothea Lange during
the depression in 1938, I felt the hot Texas sun on this lady’s skin and bones in
her tattered dress and pained expression. I felt the suffering, the injustice,
the violence of the widening divide between the haves and the have nots.
Sketching can be a powerful tool for meditation on compassion and loving-kindness.
“If a free society cannot help the many who are poor,
it cannot save the few who are rich.”
~ John F. Kennedy
May we help in anyway we can. Like the panhandler’s sign says: Anything helps.“
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