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Friday, August 19, 2016

The Common Hispanic Mutation


This entry in my blog is dedicated to all of my relatives that either currently have Cerebral Cavernous Malformations or have loved ones that have died of this very rare disease. I pray that one day very soon there will be a cure. Until then, I will continue to be an advocate by sharing as much information about the disease as possible and offer moral support to those in need.

It's been a rough week in my little corner of the Universe. My conclusion... nobody should attempt dealing with serious, chronic health issues alone. Having an advocate that knows your medical history to accompany you when you go to doctor's appointments and treatment makes all the difference in the world. It has taken me a few days to regain my composure after an appointment with a neurologist earlier this week. I suggest if you are going to see a specialist for the first time it is good to have someone with you, to back you up, so they don't think you are a drug addict or hypochondriac. Advocates are also a big plus when we are physically and mentally drained, which happens often when one has a chronic illness. My heart goes out to Barack Obama every time I have heard him speak of his mother fighting Cancer and simultaneously fighting the insurance companies for the last year of her life. And I am grateful that he took that very painful event in his personal life and turned it into something wonderful. The Affordable Health Care Act.

My issue is a little different but just as frustrating. As we all know, nobody likes to go to specialists and confront serious congenital health conditions. And to make things worse, when you go to the doctor, they ask the reason for your visit and they want an easy answer in ten words or less because that is all they have time for. They want to draw blood, write a prescription and send you on your way. Unless it is is a neurosurgeon then they want to figure out when they need to schedule brain surgery. This week was no different. I left my new neurologist's office feeling like I had been hit by Santa Fe freight train.

Over the 36 year time period that I have suffered with a seizure disorder and migraines, I have seen numerous neurologists. Each time I feel like I spent useless time, energy and money, never to return for a second appointment because I felt unheard and degraded with no solutions for my health issues. My first mistake this time was finding a neurologist online. I chose a young female neurologist mostly because her bio said she also does acupuncture. How could I go wrong with someone open to alternative medicine? The first clue that I made a bad choice was when I called her office, nobody answered and there was a message stating that I couldn't leave a message. When I arrived to the medical complex, I couldn't find "Building F" so I walked around the complex in the pouring rain with a sopping wet, poorly drawn map that was sent to me via email. Map Quest only gave a street address on my phone. A minor inconvenience compared to the rest of the visit.

The doctor entered the office giggling that I looked like a shivering wet dog. She asked for the purpose of my visit. I was careful in answering because in my past experiences with neurologists, I have been accused of wanting pain killers to get high because I didn't want to take Imitrex for my migraines because it made me feel like I was having a heart attack. Another time I was accused of trying to sue someone after a car accident because I was taking notes during my appointment.

So this time I arrived with a neatly organized folder of medical history. I really wanted to start the conversation with "I need to have some tests done for an illness called Familial CCM, Cerebral Cavernous Malformations, or sometimes called The Common Hispanic Mutation.  It is caused by mutations in the KRIT1 gene and causes low pressure vascular lesions of the central nervous system. It consists of clusters of dilated thin-walled blood vessels that predispose individuals to seizures and stroke. These clusters of dilated thin-walled blood vessels are often misdiagnosed as brain tumors. They seem to multiply with age, as do the symptoms. But I decided to simply say "I have a history of seizures and migraines, my seizures are controlled with medication and the migraines aren't as bad as they used to be." So of course she responded with "So why are you here?" I said "Because I believe I have a genetic disease called Cerebral Cavernous Malformations (CCM1). I believe my brother has it as well. We have the same symptoms, his are worse because he is six years older. The disease is hard to detect so I need to have an MRI of my brain and spine with dye and genetic testing. If I test positive, I want my MRIs sent to a doctor in New Mexico who in the last year has received federal funding to do a study on the disease." She sat back and laughed and in a very condescendingly Czechoslovakian accent said "You can't just read information on the internet and decide you have this disease and ask for tests." THEN I pulled out my folder containing my medical history. I handed her a letter written and signed by 5 doctors from the Angioma Alliance endorsing the critical importance of pursing clinical genetic testing for patients who have a family history of CCM1. Keeping in mind that identifying a patient’s genotype may have immediate clinical implications for the patients and their family. It also stated that it is important for clinical monitoring as well as for future research endeavors. She said "Genetic testing is expensive. There is no reason for you to have the test. You are not going to have any more children. Maybe your children need the test, not you." She left the room with the letter from the Angioma Alliance and I sat there for about 5 minutes fighting back a strong urge to leave but I was waiting for the rain ease up.

She came back and started typing on her laptop. Apparently she had gone to do some research in the other room. I then handed her a report from my last neurologist stating that I had been diagnosed with another rare spinal/brain disease called Syringomyelia, a debilitating disease serious enough to be on disability. However the symptoms are the same as the symptoms of CCM1. I have reason to believe I was misdiagnosed. Either way, the only solution for either disease is to have spinal surgery if the symptoms become serious enough. I then handed her a report from my cardiologist stating that I have a 3 cm aneurysm on on aorta which is being closely monitored because if it reaches 5 cm I have to have open heart surgery. Meanwhile, I have to take blood pressure meds because sometimes my blood pressure spikes for no apparent reason.

Oh yeah, and about that genetic issue... my brother had open heart surgery in December to have his whole aorta replaced because his aortic aneurysm had grown to a dangerous 5 cm and during that same week, my other brother had an outpatient procedure to fix his Atrial fibrillation. I then handed her another report stating that I have an extremely rare right sided aortic arch with a Kommerell Diverticulum on my heart. She of course didn't know what that was. My cardiologist had never even seen one because fewer than 50 cases have been reported. It simply means that my aortic arch goes to the right instead of the left and has a bulge on it. And last but not least I have a aortic valve insufficiency which basically means the valve does not close properly so blood leaks back through the aortic valve. With each heartbeat, more blood than usual enters the left ventricle and so it needs to work harder. She left the office again. This time she came back in the office looking at me as if to wonder why I am still alive and started treating me in a totally different tone. I'm in fact, not a hypochondriac or a drug addict looking for legal prescription drugs. She documented 5 very rare medical conditions on my chart and ordered an EEG and 3 MRIs and still maintained that I didn't need to have genetic testing because she said it is obvious that I have the disease and there is no cure. No reason for an expensive test. I just went with that because I was too tired to pursue the matter. She said your physician's assistant at Victory Medical Center takes very good care of you and then she asked if I needed any pain meds and I told her I don't take them, I take turmeric for inflammation. She agreed that was a good idea as she handed me the notes she took and orders for tests.

I walked back out in the rain feeling completely wiped out. I drove south and upon arriving home, took a two hour nap. It took me two days to recoup from the very draining one hour doctor's appointment which felt more like a court date. And that is why I am writing this blog. I don't want anyone to go through what I went through earlier this week. Therefore, I have attached a few links about CCM1, the disease that I know many of my relatives have, most of whom have not been correctly diagnosed. The heart issues that I spoke of above are a whole other issue or maybe they go hand in hand, I don't know. Either way, my brothers and I have a congenitally compromised cardiovascular systems. My father died of a heart attack 15 years ago today and his father died of a heart attack as well. My maternal grandfather had 5 strokes before he died. I had a 1st cousin die of a brain aneurysm at the age of 50 and his brother and niece have migraines and other brain disorders. That's just the tip of the iceberg, there are too many more to mention.

So here is what I know about the rare disease called Cerebral Cavernous MalformationsKRIT1, sometimes called The Common Hispanic Mutation. About three years ago, while doing genealogy research, I came across some information about the disease. It causes vascular anomalies, that look like mulberries (mora in Spanish) Interestingly enough, as a child, I spent my summers eating mora while sitting in my grandma's mora tree next to the irrigation ditch at her house in Puerto de Luna, New Mexico. The photos of these vascular anomalies looked strangely familiar when I first saw photos of them. These purplish red mulberry shaped vascular anomalies cause many symptoms like seizures, migraines, a burning sensation in limbs, toes and fingers, strokes and sometimes sudden death. Cavernous malformations can form in any part of the central nervous system.

Some people with CCM also have cutaneous vascular malformations that look like this.... and guess what I have a "birthmark" that looks exactly like this and so do my offspring.


These Vascular Anomalies on the
Forehead are Common in My Family

This is one of the few photos I have of myself when
I was a baby. You can see the vascular anomaly on my forehead.





About 50% of the carriers of the (CCM1) mutated gene are asymptomatic but if you carry the gene, your children have a 50% chance of also having it. Even though it is a very rare disease, and the gene wasn't identified until 1999, it isn't rare to me at all. It mainly exists in the Hispanic community of New Mexico. Not Spain. Not Mexico. I've met a few cousins on facebook and Ancestry.com who either still live in New Mexico or have ancestors from New Mexico who either have the disease or have had a loved one die of the disease. It isn't really a club you want to belong to but at the same time, it's comforting to have relatives in the same sinking boat.

I can't really remember the year I read The New York Times article about CCM1 but it was written in 2007. It was a compelling story of a seemingly healthy 9 year old suddenly passing away due to a brain aneurysm.  When I read the symptoms the little girl's aunt, Joyce Gonzales described of the burning sensation in her arms and legs, I knew I was onto something. As I read it, I was myself having a burning sensation in my leg and toes (as I do today.) I immediately contacted Joyce in New Mexico. She had been working extensively, building a family tree that linked most everyone with the CCM1 gene mutation back to Ana Moreno de Lara de Trujillo, my 7th great-grandmother, married to Cristobal Baca. 

Update: I originally wrote this blog in August of 2016. I am updating it and it is now 2021. I have now discovered that Joyce Gonzales is my second cousin.

Joyce Gonzales 

Dr. Leslie Morrison

Joyce immediately put me in contact with Dr. Leslie Morrison, a Pediatric Neurologist from UNM who is a specialist in the CCM1 gene mutation. Since then Dr. Morrison has received federal funding to do a study on the gene mutation. I also had several conversations with a cousin in Santa Rosa, NM who is an asymptomatic carrier of the CCM1 gene, however she has two children with the disease. One of her child had been misdiagnosed with a brain tumor and the other had spinal surgery to have her angiomas removed. I gathered all my info and took it to my doctor and asked to have the gene test and after waiting about 6 weeks for results, I discovered that they had ordered the wrong genetic test. By this time, I'd a dental procedure and the infection in my gums went to my faulty aortic value and I ended up being very ill for about 3 months so I dropped the ball on the gene testing and a possible trip to New Mexico.

Meanwhile, as I mentioned above, my brother Phillip was having very serious health issues of his own. After a seizure in 2009, he was diagnosed with a "brain tumor." He had it removed, recouped and then he had to get a pacemaker for atrial fibrillation. He had also been diagnosed with a 5 cm aortic aneurysm and in December 2015 he had open heart surgery to completely replace his aorta. His physical therapist gave him a score of 110% after his heart surgery however, he is still having issues trying to find a seizure medication that both works for him and doesn't have horrible side effects. I'm still not sure why medical marijuana for seizures in adults is still not legal in Texas. It is a total mystery to me. I have had issues with my seizure medications in the past but doing well with the one I take now, but with my brother still having major issues with his, I sure would like to see medical marijuana legalized.

angioma.org


My headaches aren't anywhere as close to as bad as they used to be but I still have daily episodes of severe weakness, burning sensations in my spine, back, limbs and toes. About twice a month I have these awful episodes that for a lack of a better word I call the WaahWaahs. It starts with a strange tightening in my lower back around my spine and then I feel a "click" in my brain like it is misfiring or maybe an angioma bleed. It's hard to explain I just know that once that happens I am going to end up in bed off and on for a couple of days so I have to cancel all my plans, turn off my computer, TV, music and curl up with my cat in bed under my down comforter in a cool, dark, quiet room. It is an overwhelming, scary feeling and I have often thought it would be a good time to go to the ER and have an MRI to see if in fact my brain is bleeding.

So about a month ago I decided it was time to jump back on the path of CCM1 research and see a new neurologist. I say research because there is no known cure. That's the reason I haven't been in a real big hurry to get the actual genetic diagnosis. Then what do I do? Have brain surgery or spinal surgery. No. I don't think I am ready for that. I guess I have to agree with this last neurologist. If it quacks like a duck, it is probably a duck.

However, with that being said, I have been staying on top of all the research going on in Albuquerque, NM from afar. And coincidentally night before last, I hopped on Facebook and saw a post on a FB group I belong to called "The Genealogical Society of Hispanic Americans." Someone had posted an article about Cerebral Cavernous Malformations in New Mexico. 102 people shared the article and I stayed up until about 2:00 chatting with distant cousins that share this disease. It may be a rare disease world wide but it is a huge scary disease in my corner of the Universe. I have attached lots of reading material and most importantly, the first link below which is a must watch video.



Thursday, February 20, 2014

The Artist - Painting My Own Truth

My son, Christian called me the other night.

Christian: "What are you doing, mom?"
Me: "Watching Anthony Bourdain and doing some artwork."
Christian: "I am so proud of you. You spend so much time doing your art. Do you know how long it has been since I have painted?
Me: "How long?"
Christian: " It's been a long time."
Me: "What are you doing?"
Christian: "I am on my way home from a 15 hour day at work."
Me: "Wow, I wonder why you haven't been painting."

Christian is proud of me. That's nice, really nice. I am proud of him too, and I am proud of Adriane as well. They have both chosen a family life. Christian works long hours in the restaurant business and goes home and reads to his six year old at bedtime. Adriane is back in school. I love that. My kids know it has been a long road to arrive to my destination. The place where I can spend precious time on my art. They know first hand that I spent the majority of my life trying to strike a balance, most of the time putting everyone else's needs before mine. I feel blessed that I have reached this stage of my life. Jane Fonda calls it the third act. My children are grown and they have their own families. I still consider them to be my greatest works of art. Now my kids are like established gardens that I spent years tending to and fertilizing. No longer weeding my garden, I feel blessed to be able to spend most of my time as an open channel to the energy that has always been an important part of my artistic being. That space that allows me to create spontaneously. For years I had to live within the boundaries of society and even then I was told that I was too sensitive....as if I had a choice.



Most creative people have rituals to allow their creativity to flow. Sometimes they aren't even aware that they are doing it. When I had a 9-5 job, mine consisted of spending a three day weekend at home alone. Now I have all the time in the world. I'm really having fun with it, taking it a step further with my creative atmosphere. I learned this trick from my friend Lana. Every year on her birthday, she comes up with a theme and we create a set and spend a weekend filming a short movie "on location." It is a blast! So for me, as an artist, it is easy for me to transform my surroundings and spend a few days in an exotic place. Spain, for instance. I cook traditional Spanish food, throw open my French doors and listen to Spanish music and Waa Laa, I am there!



I know... it's not as romantic and tragic as some of my favorite visual and recording artists. Thank God!! I used to think it was a necessary part of being a good artist to be tortured. I couldn't even listen to Townes Van Zandt's music when he was alive because his personal life freaked me out to the core. Christian turned me on to his music again when he was in his twenties, it was only then that I could separate the art from the artist and learned that most of his greatest songs were channeled. I learned to look past his horrible relationship with a close friend. Don't get me wrong, some of my best work has been created in the very darkest of times but I don't need to go back there to experience that emotion. In fact I shield myself from it. Now I meditate and do yoga. I appreciate that Townes would just wake up from a dream with an amazing song in his head. Unfortunately, I sort of bought into the creative ritual needing to be painful. For Townes and many others it included illicit drugs and other deviant behavior. My list of favorites, Frida Kahlo, Georgia O'Keefe and Amedeo Modigliani were tortured artists. That belief took me through some very destructive behavior of my own not only as an artist but many times becoming the muse for art or the music.



I was watching Anthony Bourdain in Tangier the other night talking about his favorite writer, William S. Burroughs. No thanks... I don't even like his book "Naked Lunch." He was a heroine junkie who murdered his wife. The thought of being in one more relationship with someone who plans lunch, dinner and nightly activities around where and what they are going to drink doesn't appeal to me. It really never did but I sort of overlooked it.

However, tonight Anthony Bourdain was interviewing a Gitano, Spanish Gypsy in Granada, Spain. I totally related to his passion, it didn't feel as destructive. He was describing duende. It is the hardest word to translate to English and I have often wondered if it is because it is the nature of the Spanish culture. Duende is the sublime power to attract through personal magnetism and charm. Yet at the same time it is the passion that comes from within, especially in unrequited love. This particular Gitano believes that heartache and pain is required to create great art. I think I am just going to have to make it my goal to prove him wrong.

So just for the record, happy hour for me is the minute I wake up to the sunshine in the morning.








Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The Life of Spanish Varilleros

Yesterday I posted a photo on Facebook of my kitchen wall that pays homage to my son.... or his art anyway. One large painting of a flower and two small ones on the side. My friend Bonny Holder, who lives in New Mexico, made a comment that the flowers were in New Mexico colors and she reminded me that yesterday January 6, New Mexico turned 102 years old. Only 3 years older than my dad?

Then last night someone posted a video of Puerto de Luna, NM, the little community where my mother was born and raised and where she then married my dad. These events prompted me to search the internet for more information about Puerto de Luna. I find myself in my own little history lessons from time to time and before I know it, I have spent hours combing the internet for useless information.

This time I found that in the late 1800's there were Spanish Varilleros who traveled to all the rural communities selling goods. Everyone looked forward to having them come because they also provided news from the neighboring communities and played music "de la Madre Patria" from the mother country of Spain. Then there were the gypsies that roamed these parts of New Mexico in caravans. They would camp between villages in several red wagons fully equipped with tents, bedding and cooking utensils. The men would trade horses and steal chickens while the women were fortune telling and using herbs to heal the sick. I had never read any of these tales before. This was found in a book called "The Lore of New Mexico." As I read these stories, I remembered that I used to have vivid nightmares as a child about being in a caravan of what I know now to be gypsies. There were carnivals and chaos. I had nothing to base any of these fears on since I had never had that experience in this lifetime. And I have always like guitars, guitar music, especially with a Latin flair. I also felt a very close connection to the stories of Billy the Kid. He was known to have lived on a ranch with with my Great Uncle Hilario Valdez. I used to think that maybe I had been there in a past life but now I am finding studies that show that in addition to determining our physical characteristics, our vulnerabilities to certain diseases and our personality, our DNA holds important memories of our ancestors. That explains it. I was living on the Gerhardt Ranch and was kidnapped by the gypsies. LOL

There have been a few times in my life when I felt like I was living the life of a gypsy per se. However there is one winter twenty three years ago that sort of took the cake. I had just returned to Austin from LA, were I was working for an advertising agency. I didn't have a job so I spent my Christmas holiday selling my art at the 23rd Street Austin Renaissance Artist Market. I would have to say that was one of the toughest winters ever. My son spent his two week Christmas holiday helping me set up my tent every morning and hanging out with me for the day selling my art and then helping me tear it all down at night. Did I mention he was sick for most of the two weeks standing out in one of the coldest winters in Austin history? There was an artist in the booth next to mine who complained about me having my sick child there, as if I had a choice. She later had children of her own and changed her tune... I love when that happens.

I was on the board of the artist market and in charge of designing and placing the ads in the newspaper. The week before Christmas I went into the Austin American-Statesman office to place the ad. As I sat there on the second floor at the Statesman, gazing out the window in the warm office, I thought of how nice it would be to work in that office. It was heated. I wouldn't have to work all night creating jewelry only to have to stand out in the cold all day to sell it. I wouldn't have to live like a gypsy!

The week after Christmas, when the Christmas rush was over at the artist market,  I went and applied for a job in the Educational Services Department at the Statesman. Much to my surprise, on January 6, I had the job! Wait.... January 6, 1912 New Mexico joined the union and January 6, 1991, I got a real job working at the newspaper! I never put the two together until last night. What a coincidence.

The Marketing Department of the Austin American-Statesman
Around 1995

 I don't know what I was expecting of that job, I just wanted to be out of the cold.  I don't think I expected to work there for 15 years! But one year lead to the next. Then my kids were teenagers and I needed a safety net and insurance. I stayed in Educational Services for 7 years and then moved into Marketing for 8 years. All in all, my experience at the Statesman was a good one. I made many very good friends and I learned a lot. My biggest lesson by far was that the creative part of being an artist of any kind is a very small part of being successful. One has to know how to market yourself. I am guessing that the traveling Spanish Varilleros were good at it because they successfully left a good impression on their customers. The gypsies, maybe not so much because of their dishonesty.

I haven't been at the Statesman for 6 years. I thank God every day for the internet. Now I get to sell my art from the comfort of my own home and work when I want. YaY! I love my life!


Sunday, May 20, 2012

The Secret

The amazing synchronicities that take place in my life serve as constant reminders that we must always trust our path, everything happens just as it is meant to. I have an amazing story about "The Secret" that took place over an almost five year period and involves people in different areas of my life.

Almost five years ago, in March, I was ready for a change in my life. I put my lake house on the market, it sold to the first real estate agent that looked at it. I was trying to gracefully walk away from a job at the newspaper that I had for 15 years and still be able to pay my bills. Magically, they offered me a package and I was able to begin my dream life as a freelance artist. As if selling my house and quieting my 8-5 job weren't enough for bitter sweet endings, in May my relationship with Dan ended and my 12 year old cat, Layla died. As we do when we go through life changes, I was searching for answers to all of life's questions.

My garage apartment in Spicewood
Simultaneously, my friend George, who had rented my garage apartment for a couple of years was also going through life changes. We both picked up the book "The Secret," I saw the movie and I went so far as to get "The Secret" on CD and went to sleep listening to it every night. In October, I took a trip to  Hawaii and read it every day on the beach. I was bound and determined to call forth the highest good for my life when I returned home to Austin.

When I returned to Austin, I was staying with my sister, Nita for a short while. She and I had been at out friend Lana's southwest of Austin. It must have been November by this time. We ran into George entering the electric gate as we were leaving. He was ecstatic, he had magically gone from driving a truck to purchasing a Mercedes that he converted to bio-diesel, he had a new lap-top computer and a lap dog. I jokingly said to him "Now all you need is a lap dance George, what the heck happened?"  He reminded me that he had been reading "The Secret" and guess what, not long after that, he located a high school sweetheart on facebook and they got married!
Meanwhile back at the ranch, Lana had been urging me to stay away from musicians and "fish from another pond." This coming from the lady who is on the road with Willie 300 days a year. Of course she would say that! I argued that my most recent failed relationship was with research analyst at the University of Texas and I realized that MY pattern was to attract emotional unavailable men whether it be with a doctor, research analyst or musician. It was as if her warning had come from my mother and I took it as a dare to find a musician. She ended the conversation just as a mother would "Fine. date a musician, but only if he has his own band, owns a house and drives a nice car."

About a month later we were having a "Hormone Weekend" at Lana's and all the girls were spending the weekend at the ranch. We went to a party at my friend Pam's house. Lana went home early. Bored. Too many musicians I suppose. I stayed and Wahlah! like magic, that night I manifested exactly what I had envisioned. A musician who, like a gentleman, walked me to my car and kissed me good night. Wish granted! As I drove out 290 West to the ranch, with his business card in hand, I felt like a cat bringing home a mouse to show my girlfriends. On our first date he walked in my house and saw a painting I had been working on that day and with a surprised look on his face he said "I will be right back." He went to his car and got a copy of his CD. The painting I was working on looked exactly like the front of his CD cover.

For about a year I was totally amazed that "The Secret" had worked such magic in my life. Endless nights out on the town being wined and dined, listening to great music and dancing. Then reality started to sink in when on occasion we had dinner with married friends who talked of plans they were making together. Gardening, house repairs, vacations. I too had big plans swimming around in my head yet he would sit there never saying a word. It slowly started to sink in, I had been granted exactly what I had asked for, nothing more. A musician with his own band, a house and a car. He had no intention of settling down and was just along for the ride. Our relationship lasted exactly 4 years. I had one year of total ignorant bliss, two years of thinking I could change it and one more year knowing it would never change but still hoped I could live that way.  I had fallen for his well practiced facade. Yes, he had his own band but the band members change constantly because of his lack of loyalty. To anyone. He owns a house but it's not a home because he shares it with no one. Nights out on the town and brunch in the morning was all he had to offer.


George, Victoria and Christina
Now here is where the story gets interesting. This March I attended a birthday party at the ranch for Bella, Lana and her ex-husband George's grand daughter. George was feeling a little unsettled, his sister had passed away unexpectedly the night before and so he was thinking about what she could have done differently to avoid her depression. He reminded me of when we had run into each other at the gate at the ranch more than four years earlier and spoke of reading "The Secret" and he was so grateful that he had gotten exactly what he had asked for, including his wife, Vicki. And Vicki spoke of how grateful she was to find George because she had been in an off and on relationship since high school with a narcissist. "Well that really sucks!" I said "I read 'The Secret' and ended up with a narcissist. WTF? I realized I needed to go back and read the book again because obviously I missed something!" I came home that evening and looked through all my self-help books and couldn't find it and gave up and went to bed.

Michael, Kate, Christina, René and Carole
Two months went by, the second week in May Kate and I were celebrating our birthdays all week so we took a trip to  Fredericksburg with Carole, Rene and Kate's Aunt Michael. After a full day of shopping in all the expensive little boutiques and eating German food, René wanted to stop at the Goodwill on the way out of town. As we shopped she mentioned that the best Goodwill was close to her house on Brodie Lane but as she was out running errands a couple of weeks ago, she went to one in east Austin. She had gotten a really good deal on some books.

That night after we returned from Fredericksburg, René decided to read one of the books that she had purchased at the Goodwill, a copy of "The Secret." When she bought it she noticed a Joe Ely backstage pass on the inside front cover and thought how cool it was that the previous owner it liked the same music she did. When she opened the book in bed a boarding pass from Honolulu, Hawaii to Austin fell out. On the boarding pass she read "Christina Fajardo" and then a baggage claim pass fell out that said "Christina Fajardo." She yelled out "Oh My God!" Danny, with a toothbrush in his mouth comes around the corner and says "What's wrong?" She said "I have to call Christina!" It was 11 pm. She called me immediately. I was talking to Sarah Elizabeth on the phone and said "Something must be wrong, I will call you back, René is calling." When she told me, I was in shock I kept saying "But René, I don't even know how my copy of "The Secret" got to Goodwill. I never would have gotten rid of that book!" It wasn't until the next day when I told my sister, Nita the story and she suggested that I left it at Tony's and he took it to Goodwill. Well, doesn't that makes it that much more magical that my copy of "The Secret" found it's way back to me?

Listen To The Whispers "Luna Chick"
René is still reading the book so I rented the movie on iTunes yesterday. In case you have been living under a rock and haven't read "The Secret," here's the premise. The secret teaches the law of attraction. This law states that whatever we focus our attention on is attracted to us. Our thoughts and feelings create our reality. When we consciously direct our thoughts and feelings toward the positive goals we want to achieve, we send forth a message to the universal consciousness and attract the results we concentrate on. Thoughts become things. We are constantly emitting energy that attracts what we are, not what we want.

Really? WHY with all my self examination, reading every self help book on the market, watching Oprah every day, would I attract painfully, dysfunctional relationships? I know that most of the time we enter relationships for one reason and we usually end up learning something totally unexpected. I have to admit I did manifest exactly what I asked for, as shallow as that wish was. Silly me. I assumed that just because someone has their own band, a car and a house that they worked for it would know the value of team work and integrity. After all, I had worked hard to become a freelance artist and I worked hard to own all of the houses and cars that I have had in my 50 some odd years. Even Willie, my hero had been a pig farmer.

May 20 eclipse in Santa Rosa New Mexico
The New Moon and Solar Eclipse that are occurring today marks the beginning of a new cycle that can carry our desires and intentions into manifestation. Until now I was scared to ask because I was afraid of what I would manifest .... but here goes. I'll let ya know later how it all turns out!

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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Another SXSW Art Show Today at FIVE!

You Are Invited To Another SXSW Art Show but this one is in the hood! I had a couple of friends tell me they showed up at the Westgate location last week. LOL Other GREAT news! I had a meeting with Jeanne Roe of "Navidad Farms Gift Shop" yesterday and they are now selling my art. There is going to be an open house in April... more to come on that soon!



Sunday, February 19, 2012

Creating a Life With Depth and Color

I am starting my second year of being a more inspiring, prosperous artist. For the past month, I have been working on my Who, Why and What of my art business and even though it hasn't been easy, I have found that is has been an organic process for me.

Rene's Red Guitar
The mixed media on canvas phase of my art business started 4 years ago when I painted a "Red Guitar" for my friends Danny and Rene. I loved it so much that I just kept painting red guitars. Within a month I manifested a guitar playing boyfriend. (Be careful what you paint, you will manifest it!) Now I paint them because they inspire those that like music and  I have added other instruments to the series.

Last year I started painting my "Luna Chick" series. The paintings of young melancholy girls came from a deep emotional place that needed to be healed within me. I realized, after I saw the response,  realizing that many people have that inner child that needs healing. I have been told that my Luna Chicks seem to look into their soul and heal them. I have had so many people tell me that they are touch by them on a deep level and that they are very inspiring and empowering and end up buying one because they feel like they just can't live without it. Especially women. They felt that the positive affirmations hanging on the wall would create positive change.  I am familiar with that feeling. When I find music that touches me, I can listen to it for hours. I am now certain that the true purpose of my art is to reach out to people and inspire and encourage them. We teach what we most need to learn and so of course my own sense of inspiration and courage has been tested on the deepest level along the way.

As of a month ago I was still trying to figure out a relationship with someone who thinks I am too sensitive. I finally had to walk away, knowing that being intuitive and sensitive is just who I am. My sensitivity isn't a problem for me fortunately because I couldn't change it if I wanted to. I see it as a gift. I do see how it could be very much a problem for someone who doesn't engage on an emotional level, has a hard time with honesty and reading social cues. I spent a lot of time in that relationship analyzing and trying to fix something that couldn't be fixed. I had that a -ha moment 3 years ago when I had coffee with my friend Mo. She offered up some critical information that has helped me with all of my personal relationships. She was talking about her brother who had a string of failed relationships, a son that he wasn't close to and the inability to feel love and emotions on the level that the rest of us do. She told me he had Asperger's Syndrome. I spent that evening researching it on the internet. I came to the conclusion that it isn't a syndrome at all and in fact we are all just wired a little differently and there are varying degrees of that which would be considered to be on the OCD, ADHD, Asperger's and Autism spectrum. This realization changed my life. I now take notice when someone is uncomfortable in social situations or is just very picky about odd things. With this knowledge it is easier for me not to judge those that are just wired differently and I don't take it personally when they don't recognize me, when they are standoffish or aren't good at reading social cues. In fact, that is when I am most thankful for my overly sensitive nature. I rely on my sensitivity and intuition in social situations and I am courageous enough to allow my vulnerabilities to show and encourage others to do the same. I speak my truth verbally and through my art. I believe that each experience is right on time teaching us the lesson that is important for our self growth.

My life experiences haven't been easy because I do wear my heart on my sleeve but it has lead me to living a life with depth and color. I have sacrificed so much to live in this place. Most recently, a relationship with a man that I loved deeply who just doesn't get me.

Here is to living my life in truth, passion, depth in full color!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Love ♥¨¯`* ♥ Love ♥¨¯`* ♥ Love

It is that time of year ... Time to start thinking about Valentine's Day! I have lots of Valentine cards in my Etsy shop so I end up in lots of really sweet Valentine treasuries during January and February. It is fun to see the treasuries people come up with so I am going to list them here as they are created. I am also posting some of the art.

Click Here For Valentine Treasury #1.

Click Here For Valentine Treasury # 2. 


Click Here For Valentine Treasury # 3. 

Click Here For Valentine Treasury # 4.
By the way, I just got back from St Louis and met a friend of my daughter-in-law's and she too is in this treasury. What are the chances of that happening?
Click Here For Valentine Treasury # 5.

Click Here For Valentine Treasury #6.

Click Here For Valentine Treasury # 7. 

Click Here For Valentine Treasury #8. 

Click Here For Valentine Treasury #9.

Click Here For Valentine Treasury #10

Click Here For Valentine Treasurty #11 

Click Here For Valentine Treasury #12 

Click Here For Valentine Treasury #13
Click Here For Valentine Treasury #14
Click Here For Valentine Treasury #15

Sunday, January 8, 2012

My Word For 2012 ~ Prosperity

Last year I started a journey of intense creativity.... I use the term "intense creativity" because I have made a living at being creative most of my life but in this past year the fire was turned up in my personal life. There were many extreme changes and the only way I got through it all was to channel all of that energy into art. What I found was that I had been channeling most of my creative energy towards other people's dreams most of my life and very little towards my own dreams. I came to the realization that to really prosper I would have to focus on myself. Now, I am starting a new year, learning to channel my intense creativity into prosperity.

With that being said.... Prosperity is relative. I know people with lots of money that I would not consider to be prosperous. To some, prosperity may mean being able to buy groceries to others it would mean a trip to Paris.  To me true prosperity means not only living in abundance but also being able to live my life the way I want to live without having to compromise my beliefs.

I have an alter in my living room where I light a candle every morning and say a prayer and commit to my dreams. On the alter is my treasure box where I have all my wishes, dreams and prayers written on little pieces of paper. Sometimes those words become art. Prosperity to me would mean that all those dreams, prayers and wishes would come true.

Here's to a full year of prosperity, abundance and fulfilled dreams, prayers and wishes!

Monday, October 31, 2011

Blog Hop - Listen to the Whispers

Listen to the Whispers
 I can't even begin to express the gratitude I feel concerning the growth I have experienced in the past few months. I signed up for the Kelly Rae Roberts "Flying Lessons" not really knowing what to expect and what I got was a wonderful TEAM of ladies that have been an incredible daily inspiration.

I consider Oprah to be one of my most important teachers .... and then I happened onto Kelly Rae Roberts, who delivers the same messages to me in a way I understand even more because it pertained to art. Oprah says to listen to the WHISPERS in your life that come in many different forms. You can listen, pay attention and take action BUT... if you don't pay attention... you will get a THUMP up against your head. And if still you don't pay attention there will be a DISASTER.

At the beginning of this year my life felt like a disaster on so many levels yet like so many disasters, it taught me so much and has brought me to a wonderful place. A place where I feel confident about myself and my art. In the midst of all the craziness a friend sent a Kelly Rae Roberts angel to me. Oddly enough, that day I had a friend ask if I would be interested in creating a line of greeting cards with angels on them. That deal fell through but I was feverishly painting angels and I couldn't stop. They would come to me in my sleep. It wasn't until my brother came over and saw them did we both realize she resembled me as a teenager and I was working through some old stuff subconsciously. Wahlaa! My "Luna Chick" series was created and I now have my art all over Austin and a few other places around the USA.

On this journey of self-exploration and growth I am now listening to those whispers that are just mine. I have come to realize that I had become accustomed to giving 110% to others while putting myself on the back burner while making myself small.

There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we’re liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” 
~Marianne Williamson

All along I thought I was living my dream and flying... I wasn't. It is taking a few months but I am shaking the mud from my wings and feeling like I can really dream big and soar. Effortlessly.

Thank all you ladies who have been flying with me. I have really enjoyed this ride! You know who you are. Well, of course you do... you are all listed below. And for those of you who aren't listed below... click on a few of these links. We are doing a blog hop and these are a group of awesome artists from allllll over the world!

This I know, when you live with an open heart, unexpected, joyful things happen!


Amaranthine Violet http://magic-gypsy.blogspot.com/
Amy Hillenbrand  http://amyhillenbrand.blogspot.com
Beatriz Peñas B. http://beatrizbepe.blogspot.com/
Beth Cougler Blom www.sobliss.wordpress.com
Carmen Patti – http://www.carmenpattistudio.com
Carol Bray     http://theredpaintedcottage.blogspot.com
Christina Fajardo http://christinafajardo.blogspot.com/
Cindy Jones Lantier -- http://www.lantier.org
Connie Rawlins - www.dabblinginlife.blogspot.com
Dana Brock - http://www.dzynbydana.blogspot.com
Deborah Velásquez-http://deborahvelasquez.blogspot.com
Elissa Brown- http://thefreckledarmy.blogspot.com
Hillary Courson -- http://www.hillarycourson.com
Jacquie Williamson - www.jacquiewilliamson.blogspot.com
Jane Paynting  http://inkspiredwings.wordpress.com
Janet Forrest http://tatterednworn.wordpress.com/
Jill Lambert - www.jill-lambert.blogspot.com
Julie Hamilton   http://spaark.wordpress.com
Kanchan Mahon - http://Kanchan-Mahon.blogspot.com/
Karen Claverie http://giddyupletsride.blogspot.com
Kari DeSaulnier - http://karidesi.blogspot.com/
Kathleen Conard http://newfromoldcreations.blogspot.com/
Kathleen McKinnon- http://harmonyschoolhouse.com/expressions-blog.html
Kelley Miller www.kelleymillerartworks.blogspot.com
Kelly Corso- http://birdinatreecreations.blogspot.com/
Kelly Hoernig - www.kellyhoernig.blogspot.com
Kim Hyer-http://www.apaperaddict.com/
Kris Lanae Binsfeld -  http://cherishdesigns.wordpress.com
Lenore Angela -http://www.lenoreangela.blogspot.com/
Linda Barutha --http://lindabaruthadesigns.blogspot.com
Lisa Michele Products - http://www.lisamicheleproducts.blogspot.com/
Liza Zeni Baker - www.lizazeni.wordpress.com
Lynn Richards--http://alittlebluesky.blogspot.com
Lori Leissner--http://leissnerart.blogspot.com
Lori Moon -- http://lorimoonstudio.blogspot.com
Mary Sterk - http://justmarydesigns.wordpress.com
Megan Schmitt www.schmittenwithwords.blogspot.com
Melanie Douthit www.douthitgallery.blogspot.com
Michelle Dwyer http://www.magnetisedbylife.com/
Michelle Reynolds - http://shellsinthebush.blogspot.com/
Rachél Payne (Rae)  http://collectingyourself.wordpress.com/
Rain Hannah - http://honeyandollie.com/
Rhiannon Connelly - http://www.starrybluesky.wordpress.com
Ruth-Mary Smith http://patchworkfamilieshub.blogspot.com
Sherry Richert Belul - http://simplycelebrate.net/cherry-blossom-soup
Shirley Ann http://leonardarenaissancewoman.blogspot.com/
Stacey Chadwick Brown -  http://staceybrownarts.blogspot.com/
Susan M. Walls-Beverly - http://www.susanscharmingtrinkets.blogspot.com
Teresa Cash-Czech www.asmilemaker.com
Tina Carlborg - www.tinachicky.blogspot.com
Tonya Love - www.passport2creativity.com
Ursula Smith http://www.EasyScraps.com/blog
Zulma Cadena www.edustory.wordpress.com

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Waking up EARLY and drinking coffee in bed is one of my favorite things to do if I know I don't have to be anywhere. I have a couple of appointments later today to do some graphic art but the BIG art show is behind me.

I am happy to say that my friend Sofia and I had a great art show this weekend. The "Viva la Vida" Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) Festival was really a lot of work but also a lot of fun and we made some money! I was so busy I forgot to take photos and there was so much to photograph. The costumes were wonderful, there was lots of music, food and fantastic art!

Every time I do a show I am surprised at what people buy. I spent days reluctantly working on earrings. I used to sell lots of earrings but as I have gotten older I have started creating large art because my eyesight isn't as wonderful as it used to be. I can only create earrings in my studio in the afternoon when the sun is shining brightly in the window. Well guess what, the earrings weren't the big sellers. But I also know from experience that at another show, they will be and wahlaa... I already have them made! Yay!

So I am feeling grateful this morning that Sofia decided to do the art show with me and that my grandson Dylan came to help me and that her fiance, Jeff came to help her. Being at a show for 12 hours is one thing, setting up and tearing down is another. Will I do it again. Yes!


So here is to another example of why a TEAM is important.

And here is Steve Jobs talking about having a TEAM

Happy Dia De Los Muertos to you all!

Monday, October 17, 2011

You're my buddy, my pal, my friend

I feel so incredibly fortunate when I am hanging out with my grandsons and working in my studio.  This week is going to be a busy one preparing for the "Dia de los Muertos" show on Saturday. Fortunately, Dylan spent the weekend with me this past week and helped me get some of my polymer clay pieces made. He is a worker. He always does his best and never complains. When I grow up I want to marry someone just like my grandson! LOL. Seriously, there is always a sense of peace and fulfillment when I am just hanging out with Dylan. I am hoping that when I am long gone that he will be able to share great memories with his children and grandchildren of the days we spent in my studio, in my garden and in the kitchen creating. It warms my heart to know that he feels the same about me. He has lived 40 miles away since he was in the second grade so most of our conversations are on the phone but it seems that when I do go pick him up in New Braunfels, as soon as he throws his backpack in the back seat and jumps in the car, he has profound questions that he appears to save up between visits. I used to think "How cool is that that he saves them for me?" Now I realize he is just that relaxed and cool all the time. At any rate, I am happy to do my part, I openly share all my tricks of the trade and knowledge from the school of hard knocks. I even email him info that I wish someone had shared with me as a teenager.

Today my lesson for my children and grandchildren is from Steve Jobs.
Seven Rules of Success by Steve Jobs

So there are those practical lessons that Steve Jobs shared and then there are those lessons that you can only learn in your grandma's art studio, kitchen and garden. And as much as I have taught my grandsons... they teach me so much more and I feel so blessed that they are my own personal little angels.

Here is my musician grandson, Andrew playing my bass when he was 2 years old. He is now 4 years old and awaiting a new brother or sister.... I am so blessed.

Here's the lyrics to a song by Willie Nelson that I would like to dedicate to my grandsons.

I've Loved YOU All Over the  World

You're my buddy, my pal, my friend
It will be that way until the end
And wherever you go, I want you to know
You're my buddy, my pal, my friend

And I've loved you all over the world
You are my sunshine
You keep my life in a whirl
And you love me sometimes
I'll always follow my heart
Wherever it takes me
And until death do us part
I'll love you all over the world

I'll always follow my heart
Wherever it takes me
And until death do us part
I'll love you all over the world

~ Willie Nelson

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Synchronicity

Synchronicityn

an apparently meaningful coincidence in time of two or more similar or identical events that are causally unrelated

"Flying Lessons" With Kelly Rae Roberts this week has been fun and informative. No, I'm not learning how to fly a plane, I'm learning how to soar with my art biz. I'm amazed that I had become so well versed in how to connect my musician friends in the online world but clueless as to how to do the same for myself in the artist world. That' a well trained woman for ya. I would insert a LOL here but I am realizing that putting myself on the back burner for a solid 56 years has not served me.
Okay, so timing is everything. I don't think I was ready to soar before now. The synchronicity involved in my decision to sign up for "Flying Lessons" is more than perfect. I read somewhere that when you are on target, synchronicity happens. I have been somewhat focused on my art my whole life, but I sensed that this year was time for me to soar in my art biz. This transformation didn't come without growing pains. My new "Luna Chick Series" evolved from a place of deep healing and that, my friends, is another blog.

Rene's Red Guitar By Christina
Painting by Christian Ethridge
I have been a mixed media artist since the 90s. For four years I had been creating mixed media pieces with the focus on music and vintage nudes. Thank you Rene for sending me in the direction of music. I wanted to go there, I just didn't know how. I have lived in and around the Austin music scene for the better part of 30 years. My friends Rene and Danny had just bought a new house twice the size as the one they had been living in and had to buy all new everything. They needed art. Rene saw a painting of a guitar in a furniture store that she liked but the guitar was brown and she wanted a red guitar to match her lamps. She asked me to paint one as a gift for her husband. I had NEVER painted a large canvas painting, not even in art school. It was scary and fun all at the same time. My son was staying with me at the time so I asked him to join in on the fun, well actually I asked him to draw a large guitar so I could paint it and I came home from work and he had gone off in a whole new direction with the painting. So I bought another canvas and did it myself. Our paintings turned out vastly different but equally wonderful and Rene bought them both for her new house.
Red Guitar Butterfly Blues - SOLD
Shortly after that I started dating, Tony, a Gypsy Jazz guitar player. I started listening to lots of Django" Reinhardt music and as usual, my art seemed to have followed the music. Naturally, I painted and sold lots of guitar paintings, mostly RED guitars.. Because Gypsy Jazz music originated in Paris, France, I became very interested in the art of that time and at the same time was exploring the idea of selling art on ebay and discovered ACEOs. I started creating collage art with vintage nudes and music. I thought this would be a great way to break into selling on the internet without hurting myself. ACEOs would be easy to create and cheap and easy to mail. That was four years ago and I am still selling my ACEOs on ebay and Etsy.


ACEO By Christina
Then after a very rough few months, my artwork took a turn to being a muse to dive deep into some old wounds. I ended up with my Luna Chick Series, paintings that looked much like myself as a teenager but more angelic. I had a  article written about me in a New Mexico newspaper it opened all kinds of doors.  After seeing the paintings on Facebook a friend approached me to create "Angel Greeting Cards." That same day I got a package in the mail from another friend with a Kelly Rae Roberts "Create" angel ornaments and a crystal as a gift. It felt like a message from the Universe saying "Yes! Create Angels!" My friend and I continued to throw ideas around, we painted a few angels then she backed out after realizing there wasn't much money to be made selling cards at local stores but the wheels kept turning in my head, I already had product in stores and online so I continued on track. That very week another friend of mine invited me to hang some of my art in a new flower shop. I went to the flower shop to meet with the owner and she had a Kelly Rae Roberts skins on her Mac. Later that day I went to a gift shop where I have my art and two booths down was a booth full of Kelly Rae Roberts art. The messages on Kelly Rae's art were the same messages I had been painting and she was obviously doing very well financially doing her art.

Luna Chick By Christina
So, long story longer, I am learning from the best and taking notes. The message, dream big and work with a team!