This is part 2 of a 2 part series. Read part 1 here: The Night I Died: The Whole Story, Part 1

The medic closest to my ear on that night I died apologized for the hospital. It had a bad reputation and, although the closest hospital is mandated in cases of near death, I could [...]

This is part 1 of a 2 part series. Read part 2 here: The Night I Died: The Whole Story, Part 2

On March 8, 1996 I awoke in the night feeling odd. I went into the bathroom and hemorrhaged. In a split second I lost a very large quantity of my body’s blood. Beyond the [...]

It was doing The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron in 1996 that brought me back to my art. I want to share an exercise I did in July of ‘96 that I’ve kept all these years. The task was to write a letter from me at 80 to me at my current age. I was [...]

I am a serious working artist. I believe the universe has told me to paint. But in guiding me to paint it’s also telling me to heal.

My mom and dad came to visit me in Utah not long before dad’s death. Dad was an artist who didn’t get to pursue his art…

Utah prepared me for New Mexico. I had no dream of coming here, no plans, no intention, just a suggestion from a friend to do a road trip.

We married and, after several years, moved to southern Utah for his job where, in a few short months, my fairytale ended.

I’d taken one question with me to my appointment: How do I heal? She pulled my cards and nearly gasped, “You’re an artist!”

On March 8, 1996 I died. The universe had been trying to get my attention for years but since I hadn’t listened, it finally got heavy-handed with me. This is what happened.

I am a working artist living on the High Road to Taos in the mountains of northern New Mexico. I earn my living from my art. – Jeane George Weigel