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I love fantasy, surreal, and spiritual art. I love bright colors in art and daily life.
I have been very spiritual at times and in these years I've been learning lots more about life. I'm BiPolar and not working. With my illness has come a distorted view of reality. I have grown to appreciate not having to live by the clock to get through this life. I believe we are all teachers with something to teach every person whose path we cross and we are all students who have something to learn from each person whose path we cross. We never ever stop evolving, it's an eternal journey.
I believe in the miracle of healing, thru Reiki and believing in My God and the power of the universe. I believe in energy radiating within ourselves and the universe and that we are all connected to each other. What one person does can affect others, like the vibration of a tiny bug in a spider web, it is felt over the entire web. This vibration will also return to the one who makes it... What goes around, comes around. Good to others brings good back to yourself, if you send out negative and harmful feelings, these same negative and harmful feelings will eventually return to you.
I have a dynamite daughter who is talented out the ying yang!! I believe she could be successful with anything she decides to do in this life. I'm proud that she has not followed in my footsteps to marry the wrong people... and to waste her life with someone she didn't belong with. I appreciate her wisdom with so many things. She is very good with dealing with most people. She never ceases to amaze me.
I also had a son with special needs. It was definately a challenge that wore on the entire family. He had regular seizures and severe brain damage. It was like having a 3 to 6 month old for life. He was also referred to as failure to thrive, his little body did not grow very much. I was forced to put him into housing for disabled boys when he was about 14 yrs old, so I could continue to work. This was the hardest thing I had to do with my little angel. He was soon moved to a different facility because he needed in house nurses. Finally he came down to a need for a more extensive care facility and was moved for the last time. He went thru quite a bit of suffering throughout his little life and came so close to death several times. This also was very stressful for our family. While he was under other people's care and went thru injuries because of osteoperosis, this is when I realized how my son was a teacher for all the people who took care of him and all the other children around him. Compassion is definately something I believe care takers learn, especially if they don't already have it. I try to help others understand more why we are given special needs people. Thru my son, I was blessed to meet who I believe was my first angel on earth. She helped me feel blessed to have such a perfect child and to be proud!!! Right in the middle of a large super market, I had just turned into an aisle and she was coming from the other end of that aisle and had the biggest smile on her face and hands out stretched towards the heavens. As she came to the half way point in the aisle, she almost singing, "What a beautiful little angel!!" She came right up to us and had my son's full attention, which was hard to do. She touched him and hugged him and asked me if I realized how blessed I was to have been given such a special blessing? With this event, I learned to deal with my situation with my son totally different and helped other people who came in contact with us in public how to feel more at ease. When children started looking and paying attention to him, the parent would do like mine used to.... "don't look, get back over here...". I would see the kids curiosity and speak to them and the parent and told them it was okay. The parent was relieved and the kids learned a little bit about special needs children and others that might be in wheel chairs. They are still people and should be treated with kindness and love. My family needed to learn this also, I know that is probably why I was given my son. (and because I kept praying for patience!) I learned then that when you pray for something, you need to be more specific with what you need that something for. LOL My precious son was taken to Heaven 17 days after his 21st birthday in 1999.