Hattigrace invited me to an art party a few weeks ago. Sunday night was my second. The mix of people is great - mostly untrained artists and I love to see how they approach work and the freshness of it. I wish I had some of that back.
We all commiserated and later laughed at an incident inspiring the Welcome to Kentucky painting. I loved it, also loved the lamp - anyway, it is a warm, fun time.
Last night I went to a friend's house who has began a business in nutrition and magnetics. I thought it would be worth a try. After about one and one-half hours of magnetic therapy, my body felt invigorated, balanced, and I was out of pain. This morning I feel different - there is a lump in my back and my toes are asleep, but no pain - I bent over to pick up something I dropped - usually the stellar test - and up again, and no pain. I know one treatment would not be a miracle, but in the meantime, I pray for funds to purchase the incredible set of magnetic tools to help myself. I have already studied this to some point, as magnetic therapy has been used on ADD/ADHD/Tourrets/ successfully. This is also a business, and I could get really involved in it - AND new friends turned up through it.
I have found that often, a friend will be there - but we don't see them as friends. Then, one day,years and years later, circumstances will bring the two of you together and a great relationship begins. Life is amazing.
Today I have to - well I don't HAVE to - go to Mobile to Doc Lovely's - I put on a couple of pounds, maybe four - as I had to drink oxygenated water and eat salt through the magnetics - but it'll back off. I would love to have one of those water machines - - - the energy the whole experience put back in my body was incredible. "H" looked at me like I'd lost my mind, especially when I told him how much it cost to get set up - but to be able to help people - to relieve sickness and pain through these tools....
Also took boy to the beach yesterday - I'm a nice latte color now - I was watching him play with some other boys, and to my joy, realized his ribs weren't showing through his front and back anymore - he looked like the other children!!!!!! Oh, much to be grateful for today. Because of all the birthdays, mothers day, etc. he has had way too much sugar and is addicted to ice cream everyday - we need to do some work on that. But a year later, and he's becoming a real boy, not a lost list waif.
Its six a.m. and the sun has reached a point where the grass is golden-green - its that early morning light that makes Plein Aire painters hooked on that type of painting. I'm looking at the palms - and thinking I want to paint - but I better go check in at the clinic.....
Have a wonderful day....
