Time to work. (When is it not?) Did my walk at 6 ish. The WEWIN Women Empowering Women for Indian Nations conference this past week where I set up my art booth, allowed me to connect with other hardworking women. I was asked to design a painting to honor the Native women leaders of our time. I look forward to this. My list of “to do’s” for the day is made. Now I proceed to take care of it.
In the hours of the morning when I walk is “miracle” time, as I have Parkinson’s Disease and wonder how it is I’m able to put one foot in front of the other and GO, almost like a normal person. Dopamine is what is lacking in my brain to the point of causing my legs to freeze in place. It’s a monumental effort to get from the bed to the bath. I get on all fours and crawl to move. So when I face the Hvse (sun) in the east, and then to the south, the west and lastly the north, I am thankful for the blessing of movement. This beginning of each of my days since July 5 of this year of walking the 2 or 3 miles is working wonders on my ability to face my obligations and keep feelings of depression at bay.
Now to transfer from the blog seat to the art seat where I hope to make meaningful motion on canvas.