Miracles and magic

Sometimes miraculous things happen when you least expect them. For me it happened yesterday in the face of disaster.
I had been working all day in the studio and had been up since 2 am. I peeled myself from my chair- TIRED and my back was achy from sitting and working. I decided it was quitting time and did some back stretches. I was trying not to worry about my impending rent this weekend but knowing that it was futile - I was worried. I was a few hundred short but I believe in miracles and magic.
I have a payment pending from a collector but probably not in time for rent. Also a job Im awaiting an approval on should be coming through soon. My life is like this- constantly waiting on others while hoping my life doesn't catch fire.
It caught fire.
It finally happened.
Thieves hacked my bank card and took what little was in there I had for rent.

I could see several transactions made in Austin at various gas stations- looked like somehow they were pulling out from ATMs- I don't know how that works but it made me sick. Luckily I caught them mid spree and called the bank, canceled card, disputed transactions and have a claim going. If I wasn't stressed enough...I could feel something in my head about to explode. Full on stress headache- it could be 3-10 days to get credit back and the charges had to go through before they could process it.

As usual in panic mode I did the only thing I know how to do...start selling paintings. At any cost I had to fix this. My head hurt. I was tired and mad and sad.

It wasn't long after posting my ordeal on Facebook that I checked my email. I was looking for an email from my bank...but instead there were Paypal transactions. Orders! Orders for art!

Big orders for big art! In fact all the pieces shown above were all ordered by one beautiful art patron and friend! He is a very humble man and I don't know if he cares to be named but he saved my life! Not only did I have rent now but a little extra for my cats insulin and now I won't be totally broke after paying rent. I am beyond grateful!

My birthday is on Sunday and I was ready to cancel it this year but it has already been a great birthday now. Just being shown such kindness 🙏☺

And this meditation painting that I slaved over yesterday was bought by another friend yesterday too.

Everyone has been so supportive of my work. Thank you,thank,thank you so much.

I truly feel blessed and this is why I believe in miracles and magic. There are still good people out there.

Thieves can't steal that.

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