I have been working on my project for the Art exhibit.....it opens the 30th of this month.....I have only one very small piece done....2 small pieces for the donation auction.....

I am in in the process of dying the leather on my piece......and I can't hold the brush....my hands go numb....this is breaking my heart......I get up and leave the table and the feeling returns to my hands......I go back and pick up the brush and I can't hold it....my hands are numb within moments.........I am losing this, too.......it is the identity I gave my Self.......now who will I be if I can't even do this...............

I want to cry......but I don't have anymore tears.........I will be nothing.......

I laugh.....nothing...?....how can I forget the pain......I will be pain.....no Joy in that...........

Bless us all.........
Hummer