life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings
Don't Talk Like That...
I write to find out what my heart thinks....
I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to grieve my losses, to laugh long and hard, and to learn how to live a full magnificent life with heart failure. I am honoring my creativity, and exploring all of my emotions out loud ...before anyone can say....."Don't talk like that!"
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Full Moon Fridays
There is absolutely nothing better than being outdoors on a crisp fall evening around an open fire, under a full moon with a hand full of marvelous creative women. (A little wine and chocolate don’t hurt either!) The most open, honest, authentic creative inspiration appears on full moon Fridays! Thank you!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Almost Perfectly Wonderful!
Had an adventurous purposeful day!
Was able to keep up as we walked the school corridors and see at the most creative art works you could imagine!
Had an impeccable lunch on the patio with Herbie Hancock,the resident rooster.
Concealed the exhaustion in the bookstore stacks then slept for 3 hours.
But there are no words that will be able to express how tickled and grateful I am to have an almost perfectly wonderful day with absolutely perfectly wonderful friends!
Was able to keep up as we walked the school corridors and see at the most creative art works you could imagine!
Had an impeccable lunch on the patio with Herbie Hancock,the resident rooster.
Concealed the exhaustion in the bookstore stacks then slept for 3 hours.
But there are no words that will be able to express how tickled and grateful I am to have an almost perfectly wonderful day with absolutely perfectly wonderful friends!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Don't Talk Like That!
I come to this blog to squeeze fear out of my life
I can expose and work through the parts of this disease
that I (and most everybody) do not want to look at or talk about.
I can come here and write about fear.
I can explore my fear before anyone can say “don't talk like that.”
I can work through the ugly questions...
Do I give the medical industry permission to exploit my fears because I have been too afraid to accept death as part of life?
How could I allow the pharmaceutical industry to define my life when I know their only interest in me is a means to generate profits?
Why don't they ever ask me what I think or what I want?
I can expose and work through the parts of this disease
that I (and most everybody) do not want to look at or talk about.
I can come here and write about fear.
I can explore my fear before anyone can say “don't talk like that.”
I can work through the ugly questions...
Do I give the medical industry permission to exploit my fears because I have been too afraid to accept death as part of life?
How could I allow the pharmaceutical industry to define my life when I know their only interest in me is a means to generate profits?
Why don't they ever ask me what I think or what I want?
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