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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Friday, July 18, 2014

Whew....Last Wednesday

Bucket List....Woo-Hoo!
Dave Matthews Concert...Tampa
with Terry, Jill and Darren!




"Ants Marching"

He wakes up in the morning, Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling, Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins, She thinks, we look at each other,
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing, These crimes between us grow deeper
Take these chances, Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Goes to visit his mommy, She feeds him well his concerns, He forgets them
And remembers being small. Playing under the table and dreaming
Take these chances, Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Driving in on this highway, All these cars and upon the sidewalk, People in every direction
No words exchanged
No time to exchange
And all the little ants are marching, Red and black antennas waving
They all do it the same, They all do it the same way
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
Program cutting the corners Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, could not to offend
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Take these chances, Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

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