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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Friday, March 20, 2015

Now...It makes sense...

I was telling the story of how I avoid the heinous porta-potty at art festivals by choosing a store or business close to where my tent is for the weekend and offer to trade them a print for access to their porcelain and running water facilities for the weekend.  It always works and I am liberated from all of the indecent vulgarity of temporary restrooms. 
She laughed and said, “now it makes sense”.  She could not figure out why she had seen one of my sand hill crane prints, that was obviously not in keeping with the boutique bakery café  foo-foo décor hanging in the ladies room.
   
"I Feel Good"  James Brown

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