The Living Artist

So you know how last week I posted about my meds not working?

Since then I’ve been enmeshed in legal hell (can’t talk about that), my child care vanished into thin air, and I got new meds but my insurance is refusing to cover them.

So…. yeah. Amnesty (or is bankruptcy a better word? I don’t have the spoons to fine-tune this) on everything under the sun, until further notice. I’m only painting what I have to in order to stay sane, I’m not reading blogs or twitter, I’m only responding to the most important emails, until I get Aiden back in school, myself back on decent painkillers, and the other unmentionable stuff sorted out.

My only comfort is that frequently everything goes to hell right before it all clicks together again at a higher, better level. So I can hope, and just try to hang on, day by day.

My thanks go out again to the amazing sisters of the Goddess Circle, who have held me in their virtual arms through many long dark nights when I was convinced all was lost.