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 disease, open heart surgery that was less than successful and more recently an S-ICD (internal cardiac defibrillator) implanted in my chest that will hopefully restore my heart beat in case of sudden cardiac death. I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to learn how to live a full life with heart failure, to honor my creativity, and to explore all of my emotions out loud ...before anyone can say
"Don't talk like that!"


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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Old Comfortable Friends

Broken crayons still color.....I knew this as a child!  Of course I would rather have the brand new, fresh crayons, pristinely standing in their box.

I saw pictures made with the broken crayons and they were beautiful, as good as if not better than the pictures created by the new ones. Still I would scheme and push to get to the front of the school line so I would have the new crayons, as if their sharp tips, fresh cover paper and unbroken length would make me a better artist/person. New crayons would somehow insure that I would be liked.

The broken crayons, my old comfortable friends, when I hold them in my hand,  their peeled papers and worn tips remind me of all the amazing colorful pages they have already created and they are ready to do it again.


"True Colors"  Phil Collins

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