
I’ve been imagining that I would write a post…for quite some time. I’d like to close this year with my personal story documenting the road of recovery that I am on within my creative practice and my life.
Back in October, a few days before the Solar Eclipse, whilst taking a walk on a lovely mid day , my foot connected with something sticky resulting in one heck of a flying off the mat high fall. I landed on my shoulder as my right wrist caught the weight of the impact.
Somehow I twisted in mid air landing to experience both ankles sprained, left wrist sprained, ribs & hip impacted ( I must have bounced ), right knee, cannot even say, except it took some time to heal, thankful for Frankincense essential oil with jojoba for wounds. Consciously astounded, aware that I screamed going down, in Aikido we call it a “KeeAi”, the sound certainly helped me break that fall and not hit my head. I looked at my dislocated right hand in dismay , knowing that I was really hurt. Caring strangers rushed to assist, 911 was called; the hospital emergency staff took very kind care of me. I am in humbleness & forever grateful to everyone that helped me in those first eight hours.

Then comes being with the new situation. The pain, the meds, the reality. My left hand had to quickly adapt.
The question in the air, would I get usage of my right hand back ? Would I be able to create and draw & paint with my left hand ? When I write, I engage my inner voice with my hands, Right Brain / Left Brain together, until today I had no creative access to my writing voice, my inspiration that leads to thoughts on a page, I’ve simply been waiting. I have certain gifts of patience, yet my impatience and fears dominated. Naturally, circumstances of reality are a layered process just as the Arts are, the back story foundations holding place for experiential depth. I cannot legibly write with my left hand, professionals kept wanting my signature, I no longer had one. My experience is not a rarity although this was my first broken bone, athletic injuries, I’ve had many, and my legs suffer from previous soft tissue bone injury, but I don’t paint with my feet. My empathy and compassion for others with these experiences has increased.

With two bones in my right wrist broken, distal radius and ulna styloid, my fingers had become a part of the injury, which I now know is common. Left hand texting was easy to adapt to, cooking is still an issue but after 8 weeks beginning to get easier. My collage practice is on pause, yet I can type . Today, with more ease my right hand is also engaging with the keyboard….occupational therapy.
I enjoy studying my crafts, I have a few, prior to my fall I took a deep dive into ongoing education with Intentional Creativity, the previous year I completed a Sacred Journey Certification, with Journey Path Institute, now I’ve had to pause and wait to heal before applying my knowledge to my creative and professional practice.

Clearly I am a work in progress, my Moon Circles continue, I can watercolor in my Cosmic SmashBook, yetthe big news is that my left hand can paint ! As my healing is incremental , every day new ground is strengthened in all areas.
Here is my first left hand painting , and below my Guardian Medicine Painting (work in progress) I’ll close the year in Gratitude, I’ll open the New Year with Hope and Faith. Blessings to each of you who follow me and support my work.
May this upcoming year be a balm for your heart and spirit.


