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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Thursday, September 11, 2014

I Remember This Day... I Remember That Day 9/11


I remember this day.  I remember that day. 

I remember in 1994 there had already been one attempt to take down the WTCs. I was searched and scanned before I could get on the elevator.

I remember thinking to myself, what a ridiculous idea…anyone thinking they could bring down the WTC 1 or 2.... never mind both.

I remember passing Calder’s giant red stabile on the streets as we arrived.

I remember the absolutely huge,  35’ x 20’ tapestry by Miro’ in the lobby of 2 World Trade Center. 

I remember the severe contrasting scale of the art, the buildings and the teams of people that were perfectly comfortable and at home, living and working in their presence. The awkward balance of size and scale was beyond breath taking!

I remember how high up in the air I was, how exposed I felt, but how much I could see from such an amazing advantage.

I had forgotten how spectacular that day was!

I remember the day they came down, thinking to myself, this cannot be real. I was tucked safely in my own studio, and still felt an overwhelming, paralyzing and terrifying fear. 

.....a fear  that took over every one of my magnificent memories and the absolute awe of The World Trade Centers, the feelings, the people and the art
                                                  …until today.


"Auld Lang Sine"  Maira Campbell

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