I just rewatched the story of artist Frieda Kalho and noticed she had a mirror over her bed. Although I do not have a mirror over the bed yet, Frieda and I share a lot in common. After being injuried in a freak accident she endured years of suffering and loss and used art as part of her self expression. I too was so badly injuried, enduring way too many surgeries and recovery in a circle that keeps me horizontal most of the time. I too have found my healing expressed thru art. I have painted, drawing, sculpted and beaded in bed. And just like the Princess and the pea, I have been unable to sleep to find a pen or bead under my butt. Frida was so self reflective, sometimes painfully horrible. Isn’t that the truth for all of us who rule the horizontal?

Puppy kisses