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I am UmberDove.

And by that, I mean an artist.  One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.




Yes. You read that correctly. Thank God It's Monday. I'm ready for a new week in a serious way.

Last week was a roller coaster, a rickety kind like the Giant Dipper that requires a full-time handyman to daily walk the tracks, pounding in nails that have wobbled loose under the weigh of ancient carts and sticky-fingered children. The kind where you climb ever higher, face to the cumulous clouds above, higher than the kites and gulls and errant helium balloons, then with a swift jerk are thrown to the earth, screaming, twisting below swooping tracks, into the abyss. I have vacillated, on the hour, between hope and hopelessness, between confidence and determination and then despair.

It left my stomach reeling. But that was then, and this is now.

New Week
New Thoughts.
New Actions.

(Luck Bowl, from Claylicious, another fabulous Happy 30th gift from my BC)

The "Save The TaTa's 2010" Update:
Last week I hit a bit of a wall with my care tangled up in miles of bureaucratic red tape, caught up in statewide budget cuts that said "I'm sorry, we will not be able to get that paperwork signed for 2-3 more weeks so just sit tight, ok." So I made an appointment with a local alternative medicine doctor (Hey. K. You know who you are. I love you.) who I swear, was sent straight from the heavens down to earth to see me. She helped set me up not only with some non-Western medicine options* and an amazing research resource for natural options, but with a local surgeon who practices HERE IN TOWN, who is nationally esteemed as one of the best breast cancer surgeons in the country (no kidding. The woman was head of staff in breast surgery at Stanford, Ca. until she decided to downscale and open her own practice. Amazing). I have an appointment with her this afternoon to discuss and am crossing my fingers so tightly I've almost lost circulation.

I'm really hopeful. Because this waiting game is no fun.

Sorry for such a drab and informational post! This past weekend I finally finished setting up my studio complete with mosserariums, photographs from my Mme. and a Brother Grim to keep me company. It's time to paint in a bad way. But really in a good way. The best way in fact.


* Strange little fact about me: I'm terribly allergic to pretty much ALL pain medications stronger than tylenol. My system just says no, no pills, please and thank you. I'll be returning those to you shortly along with a whole gauntlet of other fun experiences. That said, when looking down the barrel of a scalpel, I'd like to have some options other than deep breathing. *