Here I am on Christmas Day in the Aspen Valley Hospital. My son broke his femur again. As if the first time wasn’t enough the second time is just filled with heart break. It happened on Monday. I was finishing up the last strokes of my last commissions. I had been up 1:30am for the last week finishing up painting after painting. I was in an amazing creative zone. That is always a little weird and exciting at the same time. When I would come back to my new studio in the am – it was always an outer body experience to see what i produced the night before!
Monday 11:20, I had just 2 customers at my new store, I had my in-laws in to see what all my hard work had produced and to gather the troops to be with their cousins for Christmas! All was great – i would have uninterrupted time to finish what i had to finish! Then it came. The call that makes you drop everything and walk out of your life. ”Coop broke his femur again” Grabbing my bag and locking the door behind me. I knew my phone, computer, ipad, paint brushes, store hours, and anything else that seemed to be the most important thing that ruled my life were behind that door and I was about to enter a bubble i was all too familiar with. So here I am, still in the hospital, making lemonade out of lemons for my son. Making new holiday traditions with Skype and FaceTime. And truly taking to heart the words of Dr. Suess.
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?
It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.
“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”
Merry Christmas to all! Good-nite!