life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings

life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings

Don't Talk Like That...

I write to find out what my heart thinks....

I write to expose and work through the ugly parts of this raunchy disease. My words always help me understand that in this life there will be times that are crappy painful and unexpected but tucked in there are the amazingly wonderful, too. That is when I realized the only control I have over any of this is how I chose to experience them! I realized that I could understand, celebrate can survive even better when I could express these feelings with my own words of courage, humor, and grace. I am the Queen of my own life and the choice is mine!

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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Saturday, June 2, 2012

VoG Women Celebrations

It is seldom the big events of life that stick with me, but the small miracles and little celebrations that prove to be my life’s defining moments.
We have all walked together the past few years passing through unspeakable tragedies and remarkable successes.  Last night was like coming home to welcoming arms! 
Recently our friend had to move from her home she had loved and lived in for 17 years.  While she was there, she had shared the ownership with a special few, when she invited  us to come paint her fence and celebrate the creation of a new garden.   She is warm, loving, talented, supportive, honest, open, vulnerable and strong all wrapped up in a singular spectacular package.
She had to give up her little home and magnificent garden to make major life course corrections, and moved  into a small apartment,  bestowing  on those that loved her,  all of the treasures of that wonderful little garden that she could not take with her to the small gardenless apartment.  Her, bells, candles, plants, and precious ceramics all found new homes in each of our separate gardens and the memory of that special night that we painted her fence stayed alive in our hearts and imaginations.

It seemed so right that all of those garden gifts she shared with each of us return home to her as she begins this new part of her life in her brand new home with a brand new garden.   

And, so they did.   
I am reminded how lucky I am to have these extraordinary women to laugh with, grieve with, cry and celebrate life with.
Welcome home Elle, welcome home!

1 comment:

  1. How beautiful, as beautiful as a sweet flower, a lizard, a butterfly, and the new day's light green grass sprout that just pushed up through the dirt.

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