@MediKatie and I are low on funds at the moment. We've got food, but we're out of medicine. 

<i>(We call it "medicine" rather than "weed" or other slang terms because it really IS our medicine. Chronic pain and PTSD don't let up just because you run out of money. Yes, it's possible to feel 'high' on cannabis, but that doesn't mean it isn't also keeping MediKatie's cancer in remission. We would gladly give up the high we experience from our medicine, if it meant regular access without persecution or judgment from others, but that's not an option.)</i>

The good news is, I managed to make up a small batch of dabs. We've been scraping it off the pyrex glassware, as needed, when we noticed a distinct pattern had accidentally emerged:

![cannabis oil art.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmWLh1dGrQryGvs5uN6HKiFLbLyXxq7AxwjBNCSV6mW4BF/cannabis%20oil%20art.jpg)

A bit like the Tree of Life, if you squint your eyes just right. Which would be appropriate, I think.

May you find pleasant surprises in unexpected places,
DRutter