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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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

“friggin” phenomenal odds

Instead of hiding and trying to prove to everyone that I am fine, there is nothing wrong and I can keep up with the best of them…instead I hide, cover, minimize.  I wonder why I just cannot celebrate that I am in deed “one tough chick” that I have survived and continue to survive against some pretty “friggin” phenomenal odds.  Why can’t I just stand up and be proud of this and everything else I have accomplished through out my life?
"Evolve"  Ani DiFranco

AND....Later this same day (from my FB Post)
Here is a little bit of very weird synchronicity! This morning’s blog was about being “one tough chic”. Having finished my writing, I rewarded myself with a second cup of coffee and a quiet moment on the back porch. My home is in the city, but I have a nice little assortment of wildlife to watch from my porch. Squirrels, wild birds, a pair of garden snakes, monarch butterflies and recently a pair of red hawks have made a nest in a neighbor’s tree. But this morning….this particular morning….there was a chicken! REALLY a chicken! I am guessing it must be “one tough chic”!

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