It's funny when you look back on your life. How you realize that each moment lead up to you to right here right now. You realize that God has his own plan while all along you've believed the universe has conspired against you. It's been a while since I've posted. I would apologize for being so lax but I'm not sorry. The truth is I've been really busy. I will however give you a run down of what I've been up to dear reader.
If you've missed it, I've uprooted myself and my daughter and moved to British Columbia. Ironically my brother Jason decided to do the same thing and beat me here by a few months. My new obsession had become painting in Ontario and it has followed me here. Thank goodness my girlfriend is also pretty crafty, because the amount art supplies we own borders on the obscene. Which means I fit right into the ginormous artists community out here. I have sold my first work of art and now have my own fb page dedicated to my work. I can't show you my favorite work because it really wasn't meant to be seen. Really it looked like a six year old's art project gone wrong. But it feels exactly the way I wanted and smells of it too. The Lady I made it for said it was the most beautiful piece of Art she's ever felt. She's a pianist who has battled cancer and lost her sight. God speaks through her divinely inspired music. The fact that she's blind allowed me to weep freely and unashamed while she played. I wish everyone one the face of the earth could hear her story and listen to her music. It is truly indescribable. It is life changing. For her I created a work of art only those who look at things from her view point can understand.
My daughter has cut her hair and dyed it. She's fitting in nicely as well. God she's growing up to be a fine young woman and she makes me proud. She's even getting a little bit artsy and is pretty good with an ink pen.
I completed my Test for a bachelor's of Divinity and am now waiting for my results. In the meantime I've started the work on my masters.
I have also grieved out here. My dear friend Teddy passed on peacefully. He was a special Zadie to my Daughter, and like a second Dad to me in many ways. He was one of the few people who understood my illness. We encouraged each other to write, and he encouraged me to move out here. He had done a similar thing many many years ago. I think of him daily.
So these and a million more reasons are why I have not taken the time to write to you dear reader.
There are a lot of things going on in my life and many many more to come.
Be Blessed, praise God, pray often
Pam
