18 Nov Making the Most of What is in My Control, Accepting That Which is Not
I disappeared this Autumn to one of the more dangerous cases of tic disease, and Lyme. Spent time in outer space of the telemetry unit of the hospital but within the solid walls of family and friends, called ‘Angels.’
Past two days were warmer so I got myself out to the landscape standing on two legs that felt separated from my whole body. (A student came with me to help me stay vertical: I even forgot she was there). I just kept my eyes ‘out there,’ enraptured by the sun on the fields of grass, (a sharp eye-blinding chartreuse, acidic light yellow that happens at only this time of year). No clouds, so the mountains were flat; I returned a 2nd day because I put the order in for thick physical clouds to cast shadows on the mountains, but the order was misunderstood and came up with only wispy ones.
I do so want my health back! (and am getting it). Painting teaches me patience, and now I use that skill to heal. My medical team was brilliant, the nurses and staff skilled, compassionate, and kind.
I want my loved ones to know I had a productive, really happy summer painting, have lived the life I most wanted to live from my very beginnings, have accomplished so much, have so much farther to go with continually evolving new insights; I have met and interacted with so many terrific painters/musicians/dancers/writers over decades who have inspired me, and me them, and intend to paint my most brilliant paintings and drawings yet.