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