Wednesday, November 1, 2017

AEDM Nov 1


Feeling a strong pull to get back to creativity. I am chronically ill so on most days I only have enough energy to pull myself out of bed. Today was one of those days, but still I was excited that I felt the push to be creative. I haven't sat at my art table in so long. As I sat down, everything felt new but slightly familiar. Most of my arts have dried but I did find pastels. I decided to just play and put color to paper. As I did that, I noticed it felt fun...my inner child was delighted that my fingers were full of color. Still, after I was done just playing, I noticed that the picture wasn't done...I scanned it and started playing with filters in Picsart. This filter spoke to me. It took the playful colors and almost made it seem eerie and gloomy. The fact that the filter seemingly turned a light on in the simple house really delights me. I am going to love this month.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Photo truths




It just takes a single photo challenge to remind a person how chronically ill they are. This week, I have been seeing everyone share and challenge each other to take photos of every day life, with no people or explanation. I love anything that is a photo challenge and gladly started. Took a picture of the coffee table in front of me. Next day, took a photo of my puppy sitting on my leg. Next day took a picture of the pillow that I was laying down on. 


Next day, as I still was unable to move very much, I took a picture of the curtains behind me. And then it hit me, this is my life. Each photo I took showed a facet of my life being disabled.  This photo challenge illuminated the life that I live when I am in a severe flare. I have been unable to do much for a month now. The chronic pain in my joints from crohn's arthritis and fibro have made it impossible to move. The pain itself has made it impossible to think coherently. I have felt like I am in this constant webbing that I am forever trying to pull off just so that I can see clearly. The pain in my body makes me move like the tin man from The Wizard of Oz, only there is no wizard that will give me pain free movement.

It's during these days where I find it damn near impossible to be creative. However, when the days become weeks and the weeks become months I start hungering for different ways to spark some creativity. In the end, I am glad I decided to do the photo challenge, even if it did highlight a hard truth of my chronically ill life.


Thursday, September 7, 2017

Tick tock goes the clock.

“Time is a created thing. To say 'I don't have time,' is like saying, 'I don't want to.”
― Lao Tzu

Oh how true this is. I could sit here and give you a thousand excuses as to why this blog has not been updated since 2015, but the truth is I didn't want to. I felt no pull to work on this blog. Yet, I have missed writing because writing provides me a sort of respite.

I graduated from college at the end of 2015. Balancing a chronic illness with going back to college at the age of too damn old was no small feat. Truly, I felt exhausted. I disconnected from doing much of anything except focusing on my chronic illness. I entered into a terrible, no good flare in both the crohn's disease, arthralgias and the fibromyalgia. I found that I am now having heart issues, uncontrolled diabetes, degenerative foot issues that make walking one hell of an adventure, and I am also showing signs of borderline kidney disease. Phewww. Even typing this was tiring. Fatigue is a daily occurrence. I am finding that I am dragging myself through each day. There are days where I go from the bed to the sofa, and back to bed. On the rare days I am able to get out, I soak up the sun to only find there is a heavy price to be paid for having a rare good day. A price I am more than happy to pay for just a moment in the sun.

In my fantasy world, I would graduate from college and suddenly a miracle would occur. I would become healthy or at the very least stabilized and I would be able to go back to work. This didn't happen. In the back of my mind, this tiny fantasy still exists. I want to go back to work and be a champion for social justice issues. Where did I put that magic wand?

But until that magical day, time can be used differently and creatively for social justice while tending to my health. I do in fact have time, lots of it. The first step is to go back to blogging my chronic adventures. I would like to engage more with my camera and my art supplies. I need to finish projects that I have started. I am working on becoming certified as a creative grief practitioner, and collaborating with a dear friend on a project that is close to both of our hearts.

Tick tock goes the clock.





Sunday, August 16, 2015

3 days and it hurts.

It has surprised me how grief has reared its ugly head once again as we prepare to send our daughter off to college. This hurts...it hurts bad. No one ever told me how much this was going to hurt. For 17 years, I have raised her and loved her and always knew where she was and in three days, it just ends. She will be starting her new life in Colorado. It will be an exciting journey, filled with new possibilities. But as a mom, I am at a loss as to what this means. I am grieving the ending of a long chapter and I have no idea yet how this next chapter will go. It has yet to be written.

This I know- I am going to miss her. I am going to miss her so deeply. Abby came into our lives and was a miracle. After losing three children to miscarriage, Abby was the one we were not sure we would be able to keep. She was the happiest baby I have ever seen. She brought much laughter into our lives. As parents, we could not be prouder of her. She has worked so hard and has earned this amazing opportunity.

Yet, how proud I am does not change how much I am going to miss her, or how sad it makes me that she is going so far away to college. Just like after Nora died, people are saying things that just don't make sense, nor validate me. Things like "you'll be fine" "be proud" "give her wings" "you raised her right, let her go" "don't cry in front of her" "look how clean your house will be" "now you have time for you" All of which leaves me wanting to scream, not feel supported, and wanting to hide away from everyone. Why must we as a society try to hide our feelings and cover up how we feel?  This makes zero sense.

Abby knows I am crying. She knows how much we will miss her. I am not going to hide my tears so Abby doesn't see. Abby also knows how incredibly proud we are. Being sad she is leaving is normal. I know I raised her right, and gave her "wings" but that doesn't make this any easier. She will be far away. I will not be able to hug her for a couple of months. Having her in my house for 17 years, and then suddenly not having her here to hug is odd and feels awful. This sucks. There is no delicate way to put it. This really sucks.

Moving her will suck. Her empty bedroom. Her empty bed. Not hearing her sing every song on the radio. Not hearing her slam upstairs because she is angry. Not seeing her hug her puppies so tightly they want to run away.  Not seeing her with her chickens. Not being able to hug her. Not hearing about her day. Not going shopping for homecoming or prom dresses. Always having Abby around to not having Abby around at all is going to be hard.

Yes, I will figure it out, but I don't need to be told that. Yes, she needs to be independent and this is a necessary step, still doesn't make it any easier. What I need is a hug, or a kind word. I need to someone to just listen and allow me to cry and be sad.

And for those of you with young children, hold on tight. Childhood goes fast, faster than you can even imagine. And then you are moving your child across country to a new place, with new faces. And it sucks. You will never hear me say differently. This part of parenthood makes you long for the temper tantrums and the slamming doors. As proud as you are of your child, this part definitely hurts. and I am refuse to pretend otherwise.

This hurts and I am crying.



Monday, July 20, 2015

Isolated in the midst of constant connections

On the heels of being sick, I discovered how isolated I am. As a society, we have come to rely on the posting of woes on social media and the expectation of people commenting and liking. Gone are the days of people checking in on other people. Gone are the days of bringing chicken soup to a neighbor, or even picking up the phone to remind someone they are loved. Though I am sure it is far from the truth, it certainly feels as if it is a much more lonely world. 

My latest flare had me severely sick and unable to leave the house. I did not care to post on Facebook and just stayed in bed, binge watching television with my daughter. I really do not feel as if anyone missed me or cared. No one called. No one emailed. Though extremely selfish, I guess I felt that no one really cared, or even realized I was not on any social media. After two weeks of being sick and hearing crickets, I made a decision. I deactivated my Facebook account. 

It has been weird to leave Facebook. My daughter and son questioned me on how I will survive without obtaining the news and memes, and latest viral videos. My daughter asked how I will stay in touch with people. I find it odd that Facebook almost seems like a life requirement. Admittedly, in the last year, my Facebook has felt less like a joy, and more like a place filled with hate, racism, bashing, and mocking. I am not sure I am missing it all that much.

I am not sure how life will be without the ability to connect so easily. Friendships will more than likely be lost. I am not sure why I am not reaching out. I guess I want people to miss me which is entirely selfish. Maybe with all this free time, I need to reevaluate myself. And that is okay.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Mother Henna Heart Swap


It is once again time for another beautiful heArt swap with Mother Henna. Life has been a little crazy for me and my family, so I opted to go the photography route. One of my loves (besides my incredible hubby, three children, two dogs, one turtle, and  5 chickens) is taking photos of Mother Nature. I find myself always in awe of her beautiful gifts. This photograph is of a bleeding heart that was just perfect for capturing. I applied some artistic editing and really love the finished product. 

From my heArt to yours...


Reconnecting

I recently completed a heart swap through Mother Henna and wanted to come on here to share. When I pulled up the blog, I saw the date of May 2012, I was in shock. When did it become 2014??

So many things have happened since May. Life has moved quickly along and I have missed a few beats. I do not do art as much as I would like to. I realize this needs to change. I need to make time to be creative...to throw paint on a canvas...to photograph Mother Nature's beautiful canvas...I need art. Art gives me purpose. It gives me an outlet for expression. 

As February quickly pushes January out of the way, I need to reconnect with the canvas and the camera. 


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Lights out, Art on

So much has happened and this week has been crazy. I am trying to figure out how to coexist with many people in my life, with situations that keep happening, with my grief, with my disease and with stressors that just keep jumping in.

My son is graduation this week and all hell has broken loose. Then the  power company knocked on the door informing me that the power would be out for a little while and the entire next day. Of course, my inside voice was screaming so loudly that I can't believe he didn't hear it. I kept worrying, worrying over so much.

Then I took a deep breath. The next day, as promised, the power was out bright and early. Since I have been disabled for almost two years now, I tend to watch so much tv. I sat on the sofa and just stared. That wasn't fun.  I picked up a book and started reading but it wasn't satisfying me. I got my walker and started pacing around the house.

Ended up in the art room....my inner art freak escaped and it was okay. I finished art swaps that I was working on, a canvas for my daughter, started a canvas for a fundraiser, worked on my Book of Days journal, made some painted papers and sketched some faces for my 29 day face challenge. By the end of the day, I was stained in ink and paints. I realized part way through the day that no power meant no water so my hands had no hope. But it was okay and I loved it. I just sat and did art all day mixed with resting and it was incredible.



Friday, May 4, 2012

Stopping to breathe

Been able to go back to arting which brings allows me to breathe and just take in the moment, the colors.


Thursday, May 3, 2012

Just tears.

I seem to be short on people in my life who truly get it. Right now I am reaching out but doors are being slammed because they just don't get it. I need someone to get it.

My first born is graduating next week. Truly, this is a happy, momentous occasion but yet I am sitting here with tears streaming down my face. I reach out to friends but all I hear in return is that I should be happy. I am happy. I am proud. But I ache.

Next week, on Mother's Day, I will celebrate my first born's graduation from high school. I will celebrate his going to college and moving on to the next phase of his life. I will celebrate I am a mother of 6 beautiful children. I will also mourn that I only  have two children to wrap my arms around. I will mourn that Nora will never see her graduation. 

I tire of those who tell me to just push those feelings aside because it is my son's day.  A mother cannot push her feelings aside, even my son knows this. I will do my best to be brave and put on a smile but I will hurt. I may even cry.

I am crying now. 

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Love and Forgiveness




As I was compiling the pages to update, it occurred to me that my most recent work involved love and forgiveness completely by chance. When I work on my Book of Days, it is a process. I work by feeling, the colors are chosen by feeling and nothing more. It has become my most valuable meditative tool.

The top spread was done on a good day. I felt good. I felt alive. I was embracing my new self and enjoying arting. My whole HeART was poured into that page. It makes me feel so joyful seeing it.

I wasn't able to do art for  a number of days after that spread but that was okay. I am learning to accept what I can and cannot do. I know I cannot do art every day. Some days art might just consist of the way I wrap the blanket around me or the music I choose to listen to.

As I moved through the weekend, something shifted. The universe started pushing me towards memories and sadness. My father, who I am estranged from, started occupying my mind. As hard as I tried to push these feelings back in their box, they pushed equally hard to get out. By Sunday, I had been able to sit with them but not confront them. During the sermon, forgiveness was mentioned. The gentleman giving the sermon started talking about his estranged father. I was completely blown away and my heart started shaking.  Later , this same person wrapped his arm around me and asked me if I needed to forgive someone. Tears started flowing as I shared my story. He told me that I  need to forgive and I told him I couldn't do it. I promised to work on it.

Monday rolled around and I was unable to do art again. Spent the day curled up in a blanket watching art videos. As I turned on Effy's Book of Days video, I sat back and was immersed in the art she was beautifully doing. As she approached Friday's spread, the tone became serious and Effy started talking about forgiveness. Seriously universe.... I get it. I watched Effy... I cried.. I cried so hard that my body was shaking. She was so loving , raw and honest. She made me realize its time.

I printed out forgiveness quotes and decided that I am going to art around forgiveness. I am going to be mindful of those I need to forgive, those who hurt me deeply after Nora died, those who hurt my children. Just as I have worked with grief throughout the years, I am going to work with forgiveness. I am going to sit with it, sit with the feelings.

I am not sure how this will work but I do know this. I have been carrying this around for way too long and it hasn't helped me, it hasn't made me a better person. In order to love fully, I must forgive fully. Love equals forgiveness.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Art in the dark

This started out as beautiful and as my mood
became darker, so did the journal page.
It would seem that lately life has many lessons that I need to hear, to understand, to accept. I hear. I don't always understand. I rarely accept.

I hear the doctor when she tells me I need to
accept my chronic illness.  I don't understand why
I have to accept it. And I sure in the hell don't accept it yet. I don't accept that I have crohn's , nor do I accept I have fibro. I understand I am in pain often and hate it. I miss me.

I am frustrated which in turn is leading to
altercations with  family members, mostly
my teenage boy. He and I tend to go at it quite
often but lately I am too tired to fight.
Instead I have been turning on my music
and escaping with paintbrush in hand.
This would be me embracing my inner darkness.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Book of Days II

Book of Days II
Due to hand surgery, March has been a wash so I took two spreads
one for the beginning was I was feeling hopeful and did the Effy inspired
girl and calendar tree.
And one where I was feeling quite blue. Added a bunch of
elements, crossed off the rest of the month, wrote a personal
journal entry under my tags and on to April.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

A voice for all.. the Iowa CBRS




Eleven years ago, my world was turned upside down. My third child, Nora Elizabeth was born still. I almost died giving birth to her and lost the ability to have any more children. Nora would be my last birth forever. A few weeks after I returned home, after I buried my daughter, I received a death certificate in the mail.

A death certificate. My husband and I didn't understand how you could have a death certificate without a birth certificate. How could someone die if they were never born? I made some calls to the Iowa Department of Public Health. The woman I spoke to said that my child had died but she was never born. I told her I gave birth to Nora the same way I gave birth to my other children. She was quiet but repeated her response.

I did some research. I found the MISS Foundation and learned about the MISSing Angels Bill ( now called the Certificate of Birth Resulting in Stillbirth or CBRS). I joined MISS and found out how I could help. I reached out to my congressmen. I wrote letters, I made phone calls, I emailed everyone in my contact list. ( This being the pre-Facebook world) Repeatedly, I was told that this was not going to happen. I was informed that this was not a cause that needed attention. Stillbirths did not need a birth certificate. They were sorry but there was nothing they could do.  I was referred back to the IDPH and told that I could have a Commemorative Certificate of Stillbirth. I immediately wrote for one since I needed something, anything that said Nora existed.

Many moms wrote to me. Many moms asked me how they too could have a commemorative certificate. Each mom asked me how they could fight this battle. I told them how they could write to their congressman. I gave them step by step instructions. Nothing happened. I felt defeated.

I continued to help moms and dads. I became a volunteer for the MISS Foundation. I answered each and every email from moms questioning how they could help with the CBRS. In 2003, I started fighting for the bill again. This time, the bill was muddled by the opposition. It became about politics and as hard as I tried, I was shut down. I even received a letter from the Governor stating that this was a slippery slope and that Iowa was not going to be a part of this. Again, I didn't know what to do. I had no Iowa contacts, no idea of what to do next.

As I watched so many states pass the CBRS, I became increasingly frustrated. Despite my continued attempts, I was getting nowhere. I had many conversations over the years with nurses, doctors, social workers. All wanted to see this bill passed but we could not get a sponsor for the bill. In 2008, several of us tried again. The IDPH was getting frustrated with us. We were told once again that the politics surrounding this issue were insurmountable. In 2008, my health was becoming a factor. I tabled the discussion. It seemed impossible.

As 2010 rolled in, I was disabled with a chronic disease. I had much time on my hands , Facebook was an event and I watched Pennsylvania and New York fighting tooth and nail for this bill. I knew I would try again. I contacted the MISS liaison, Daryl and asked him for any tips he might have. I knew that I was not politically savvy but I wanted to try. I needed to do this for Nora and for all the moms , dads, and siblings that had written to me over the years. Unfortunately , my health became an issue that stopped me in my tracks. I was in and out of the hospital and just couldn't do much with this bill.

One day, as I laid in bed, an email popped on my phone. It was from a mom whose daughter had just died. My heart broke for her. She asked me about the bill. She told me about a dream she had to make sure the CBRS gets passed. Her name was Mandy and her precious daughter's name was Melody.

So many thoughts ran through my head. This was a dream that I had. I needed to do this for Nora. I wanted Nora to be proud of me but in my heart, my health was not going to let that happen, nor was my lack of political know-how.  Deep down, it was time the torch was passed to Mandy.

And now, 7 months later, Mandy has done an amazing job in getting this bill passed. On Monday, we will all  stand next to the Governor while he signs HF2368 Certificate of Birth Resulting in Stillbirth. Mandy was able to step in and give families like mine a voice, when no one else would listen for over ten years. She knew how to get the job done and for that I am eternally grateful. For the moms who have written me over the years, for the moms who are reaching out to Mandy now, for Melody, for Nora.

Deep in my  heart, I do wish I would have been able to accomplish getting this bill passed. It had been a dream of mine. It was my baby for over ten years. In reality, this bill wasn't about me. The CBRS is for the families of Iowa who have waited far too long to have a birth certificate.

Now, thanks to Mandy, they finally will. Our children will have the voice they so richly deserve.


Friday, March 23, 2012

Breathing in Rainbows

the world toppled upside down
can't breathe
can't focus
suddenly a pause
a bright light
a camera
walking outside
turn
raindrops 
rainbows
a deep breath
Nora
Breathing in Rainbows


Monday, March 19, 2012

Back to Soulful Arting.

I'm back!!! At least for now. I am now able to somewhat use my left hand. I need to get the right hand done but for now, we art.
Yesterday I looked longingly at my art table. Today, I longingly stole another glance at my art table. Caught by my son, he uttered the words, " Mom, you should do art today." Off he went to school and off I went to my art table.
I have several projects that needed attended to, my book of days, and several canvases that have been started but never finished. I managed to do all today, though not at all as I imagined. My hand isn't quite ready for its debut hence there were more than a fair share of dropped paints, dropped paintbrushes, exploding paints, painted hands, feet, legs. I think you get the picture. What used to take me a short time has now expanded into an all day event with plenty of rest in between.
We shall start with my Book of Days in which we are now in Volume II. I am woefully behind and will need to play catch up but that just gives me an excuse to do more art. I chose a cookbook that hasn't been used in years. It seemed to fit the bill perfectly. I am so excited to be arting again. It does my soul good to be able to create beauty, even if most of it is on me.





Thursday, February 16, 2012

Oh lovely spring !!

Desperately trying to find joy in everything. Haven't been able to art in days and that is not very joyful. But I have had plenty of moments of joy. My husbands celebration of Valentine's Day with lovely flowers, chocolate and donuts. MMMMMM.... We came home from a doctor's appt to my lovely daughter who arranged candy hearts in love, homemade cards and gifts. The sun has come out..which is lovely. A beautiful cardinal came to visit. This spread is dedicated to Spring and all its loveliness


Monday, February 13, 2012

Joy in Pain


Today brought happy mail. Today brought joy. Today made me realize that joy becomes so vibrant on the days where pain is minimal. It  made me think about my days that aren't so good. Sometimes the pain makes me forget that I do find joy in each day. I can find silly things in each and every mundane task. I am quirky that way. Family always tells me that I have an odd sense of humor. Oddly, it is that same sense of humor that has saved me from going over the edge this past ten years .

Today, I felt such joy in making my journal page today. My hands felt okay, my heart was spirited, it was snowing and it was just all good.  It was a wonderful day to do a joyful spread.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Happy Day...

Happy day
Arting Day

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Just keep Artin'

Disclosure- I am stubborn and I don't learn, I need to repeat constantly.....

It would seem these last few weeks, my hand pain has been increasing....it is getting harder and harder to get myself to do art. I love doing art so this is breaking my heart...I found out yesterday that I have nerve  damage in my hands and feet and possibly neck. Today I found out that I will probably need surgery. I really don't want surgery.
I really don't like how my art looks today.... its just not coming together. I think I am taking the fun out of it...and somehow I need to put the fun back in. I need to just get back to feeling my art....
Maybe I need to go out , scream at the moon, howl in the wind, throw dishes [ Kara =) ] , fucking cuss up a storm and whip some paint around.
On that note... here are my latest altered pages for my book of days ~

This one is for Effy because I love when she says
You Rock My PopTarts
I had tried to experiment with water colors, fail.
Painted with acrylics, stewart gill and stamps
s
Used Inktense watercolors today
followed a prompt  but not feeling it
Not used to water color pencils yet
I do like my art tag... that was fun
I do like my new stamps
and I do like the message
I need to take my own path.
I need to continue reminding myself
because I tend to be stubborn .