When I was nine, doctors told my parents not to expect me to live beyond the year.


I did.



When I was twenty-one, my doctor told me I should not have children.


Today I have two man-boys.


When I was twenty-eight and giving birth to my first baby boy, an X-ray tech came up to my room to meet me and said (sort of enthusiastically) that my lungs "look like an old,

old man dying of severe emphysema."



I said "Ta-Da!"

A few years back, a doctor (not mine) saw an X-ray of my lungs and said, "Holy sh#@"


I beamed and said, "I know."


Years ago multiple doctors told me I would need a lung transplant before fifty.


Today I am fifty-one with my original set.


Five years ago I could do this!






My life has been a miracle...

I thank God for each breath.



And although I can no longer nail that fancy handstand... 

nor can I create large acrylic paintings as I once did

I know God has a purpose in it.



Now, I sit peacefully creating smaller works.

Laying down patterns of whimsy with

my ink pen, while my mind is free to listen to podcasts,

ponder, meditate, and muse.

It is a good season to be in.


 "When I stand before God at the end of my life, I hope that I don't have a single bit of talent left,

and say, I used everything you gave me."

-Erma Bombeck