Since it’s been a very long time since I’ve blogged, I thought It would be a good time for an update.

Much has been happening since I’ve last posted.  I’ve fallen in and out of love with art…several times. I still love art, but so much has gone on, and my studio looks like a storage unit, I’ve lost inspiration.  I know, me loosing inspiration!   YES..ME.

Generally during the last three months of the year my art takes a seat on the sidelines.  I’m usually focusing on the holidays, and what to buy for each of my kids, and grandkids.  It takes a lot of thought, and planning, sometimes even going in on a larger gift for one or the other grandchild.  It is so much easier when the grandkids are smaller.  It was easier when my own kids were smaller.  As many of you know all too well, the older they get, the more broke we get!  I’m not complaining, just stating a fact.

After the holidays it takes me a few months to recuperate, and get back to normal.  (I’m using the term Normal very lightly). Art slowly works it’s way into my life again, and I’m up and running.  2019 that didn’t happen.  Just about the first of March, my oldest son got sick.  We thought he had the flu, so I got him 7up, and soup, and foods that you usually can get down when fighting the flu.  After three or four days I went over to his home, and found him very sick, very weak, and not getting any better.  My husband and I threw him in the car and I took him to emergency.

After they looked at him, he was admitted to Intensive Care, and that’s where a very nasty journey started.  He had what’s commonly known as flesh eating bacteria.  He spent two months in the hospital fighting for his life,  and a year later he is still rehabilitating.  Needless to say, my art took as back seat.  Ok with me,  my son lived when the doctors said it would be a miracle..

Miracles do happen!

To regress only a few years.   Since I was about four years old I’ve seen spirits.  The funny thing is, I was never frightened, nor did I think it was unusual.   I actually thought everyone saw spirits or ghosts as I called them at the time.  I’m a strong empath, again I thought everyone was the same.  But I would get extremely annoyed when people would act clueless, or had no idea what I was thinking, or talking about. Now I realize, we don’t all have the same skills, nor do we all want them.

Over the years my experiences have been numerous, and again I thought everyone had the same kind of experiences.  Boy was I wrong.  My poor husbands!  Yes husbands!  I’m now married to my third husband, and bless his heart, he’s so understanding and loving. He has never thought anything about my interesting life.  We fell in love, and ten months later…we married.  He bought me a new home shortly before we married, and twenty nine years later here we are, still married, and still happy!

Over the last year and a half I’ve been focusing on my gift, and working at sharpening my mediumship skills.  If you can’t beat it, join it!  Since I haven’t been inspired to paint, I am inspired to speak with spirits.  I am finding it so rewarding bringing messages to people that are depressed or in pain due to their loss.  Messages from spirits can ease that pain, and allow them to process their grief.

For many years I’ve looked for someone to mentor me, and help me understand what I now call a gift.  More recently I was invited to have lunch with a friend. She was meeting a few of her friends, and she thought I might enjoy having lunch with them. It was in that bunch of her friends that I met a “real live medium.”    I have looked for someone like her for many years, and never was able to find someone to mentor me.  Here she was sitting right in front of me.  Best yet, she was so personable, and I immediately loved her. We hit it off, and she agreed to see me later that week.  This was the beginning of a relationship that is strong, and loving to this day.

Since then, I have found a couple other mentors, and I work with all three for different parts of mediumship.  They each give their gift with love and compassion, and I have grown as a medium, and am still learning.

My purpose in telling my story is in part to explain why I haven’t been painting, and in part letting you know I will never stop doing art in some way.  Now I’m going to focus on publishing uplifting affirmations along with a little art.

My focus in this difficult time is to always be a beacon of light to anyone needing uplifting.  We are all feeling caged in during the lock down of 2020.  Our world most likely won’t be the same, and all of us will need to do a little reinventing.  Some are more depressed than others, some don’t feel so caged.  I’m doin fine, but the rest of my family feel very disconnected with life.  We still need to wear masks, and social distance, we still need to stay at home.  Things are opening up, good or bad, this is reality!

I don’t know if I’ll change the name of my blog,  I have considered it.  To what, I haven’t any idea at the moment, but I do know,  I need to do this for me, and for others.

It will be interesting to see what Stone Soup morph’s into, and I really hope you’ll stick with me.  This is my story, thank you so much for allowing me into your home, and taking time to read my blog, bless you all!   Karen