One of the most asked question I receive is "how did you get started doing these drawings? Please tell me your story". Most people assume that one or more of my family was a psychic or had some type of gift. As far as I know, there was no one. These types of subjects were never discussed in my family. There weren't many books available and none of my friends at the time ever talked about it. My very first "surprise" didn't occur until I was in my 40's. I walked into my living room and I saw Abraham Lincoln sitting in my chair. I have to tell you that I almost passed out. I was motionless. Slowly, in about one minute the apparition disappeared. My immediate thought was that I was losing mind. After much fear and denial I was introduced to a woman in town who was familiar with "seeing beyond". She advised me to read certain books and talked with me for many hours. In one of those books I read that when spirit wants to get your attention to help you wake up to your gifts, spirit will show you a figure of someone you admire and respect. This helps to keep you from really freaking out. Abraham Lincoln was that person for me. That was the very beginning of the story.
Now we fast forward a few years. There came a year when everything fell apart in my life. My husband and I lost our farm, filed bankruptcy, both my children left home and my husband found solace in another woman's arms. That was all in less than one year. I have written a poem and done a drawing that depicts how I felt and what my energy looked like at that time. This can be found under the next section of this web site. Now I was living alone in an apartment for the first time in my life. A very scary scenario because I didn't know I could take care of myself. I was talking with a friend and I looked at her arm and saw a light coming out of her elbow. It reminded me of opening the refrigerator door and the light shines out. I asked her what that was. She did not see this. She asked me to describe it to her. I was in a panic. I knew this time I was going crazy. But, she calmly said, "I don't know what it is, but I know you're not crazy." That one sentence saved my sanity and probably my life. She was a psychiatric nurse and had known me for several years. She would know if I was crazy. That was how it began. I told a few people and they wanted me to explain it to them. I looked at their energy and explained what I saw. They just couldn't understand what I was trying to tell them. Finally, in frustration, I said, "let me draw you a picture!" I did and then they got it. And the rest, as they say, is history. Please see my drawing of myself as I share how I began to move forward.