Healing Place

Stop, Listen. the wind is calling.
Beckoning us to a moment in time
Somewhere ahead of us we find our limits
Somewhere in time we find our reason
we find our rhyme.
We fight each day a new
A battle for which our soul is torn in two
In the Hopes that one day it is made whole
And we find our selves healed and true
We focus so hard on the wars we wage
The battle in our mind
The fight of the day to day
We focus on these things
That we find are just a means to an end
And we forget to listen to the wind
We forget to feal the warmth
Of the sun baring down on our face
We forget to experience the seconds
And we forget to find our place
So stop for a moment. And listen
Listen to the wind as it beckons
Through your days of madness and pain
Let the song of the seconds.
Guide you to your peace
And in your soul you will find
Your healing place.


For Little Miss

Ray Owen Jr "AutPops"

I grew up as an artist. With a long history of being allowed to explore creativity in any form I could find. I developed a wide range of skills and over time settled on sketch, water and writing color as my three favorite. Now as a single father I find my self falling back to those skills to try and provide a future and support my two children.

Working with my children over the years has re-ignited the fire in me for art. Both of my children are non verbal, severe autistic. They have taught me to look at the world through a new perspective. Reminded me how beautiful the things we take for granted can be. So I have decided to dedicate my art and store to them. The name AutPops came from a history of gaming and several gaming friends seeing me as sort of a gamer dad. A few of them started calling me Pops. So I took up the name of AutPops. It stands for Autism Dad. My children have taught me so much. I my dream is to make sure they can enjoy life to its fullest. So in that goal I have build AutPopsart.com and Will continue to work to grow and promote this store for them and their future.