Six Days at the Bottom of the Ocean

Several days after my last post I got rather sick. The main bit lasted for several days, and I missed three days of school, then went in to the weekend. That Saturday morning I learned that my Great Grandfather had passed away in his sleep--the funeral was arranged for the following Tuesday. It seemed like my world refused to go back to any sense of normalcy.

Somewhere in late January/early February I started going through a huge series of changes. To this moment, I am still feeling the fallout--and the brilliance--of those changes. In ways, they are still occurring. Spiritual, emotional, relational, mental, educational...I have seen no shortage of change and especially no shortage of blessings, for which I am thankful for.

None of this happened by my own power, excepting my choice to allow power to move me.

Spring Break starts tomorrow after classes. As a result of all of the classes I missed last month, I have a huge backlog of artwork to do, so that will consume my break. I hope to get caught up on here and share some of my more recent work very soon.