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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Sunday, May 17, 2015

Circles

Circles are unbroken infinite lines without beginning, end or direction, ancient symbols of eternal love.

My circles are endless and unmeasurable. I can attempt to measure the area or circumference of a circle by way of the arithmetic (rational) function Pi.  However Pi ( π ) will never produce a whole rational number, only an irrational number whose final decimal place can never be resolved. Regardless of how close I come to getting an exact measurement of a circle or my life, I can never fully resolve it.

My bracelets, unbroken circles without beginning or end are my constant reminder that I cannot resolve or understand the infinite.  Each circle has been given to me by my dear friend or family member. Every one of them is more dear to me than I can say and I never take any of them off.  
"You Have Lived"  Don McClean         

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