Thanksgiving at Chris and Susan's

 the chef

 sue

 fred & alana

chris & susan

and my favorite picture of the day

chris & wiggels

dream of the grand canyon

portrait of van gogh

so much for the money map. it was an interesting process and it made me clearer on how i want to live in the world. unfortunately it didn't bring me any closer to actually creating financial soverignty for myself.  yet.
i have pictures to post, but aol won't upload them & i can almost never hook up to chrome.  maybe on the laptop.

#money map

i am doing a two week intensive webinar on the subject of creating the life i really want. i am struggling with this, but feeling clear....trusting the process. i'm optimistic...but the numbers don't add up in my current life.
we'll see what happens.  i am open to creating a more authentic and prosperous life.

MONEY MAP HOURLY NUMBER™

This is the least you can receive for each revenue generating hour
you work and still meet your financial objectives.

	Minimum	Preferred	No Limits	Now
Money Map Hourly Number	158.18	748.00	7021.67	62.47

some nudes

 acrylic

 scratchboard

 watercolors

mask

the boys

some new art pieces

"you can always trust a wooden grandmother..."*

i come to this blog like a stranger returning to a place they've never really been. so many lifetimes passing in the blink of an eye  it could all be double talk or just the smokey meanderings of an aging woman with too much time on her hands.

these past months have been distorted by that black mirror of a worse than usual poverty and illnesses that were not mine, but touched me. deeply.

one of the only people to visit this blog passed away recently. he was a poet and he wrote fearlessly and from the heart. it is for him that i come to this place, searching for words and trying to create a new truth for myself in the time that remains. rest in peace, rix....i hope there's a Boardwalk in heaven.

*bob rixon,from the poem Boardwalk.

a new low

Today was a milestone of sorts; i reached a new low in my financial life. i sold my mother's rings for $110. with the credit cards maxed and twenty two cents in my checking account, it was a last resort.
guilt and shame and great sadness came with that cash. i traded away my mother's dreams and memories. the good news is there is food in the cupboards for another week.
came home wanting to cry, but painted instead on a recycled canvas with the last of the colors.
here is my heart today.