Thursday, December 10, 2009

24 documented batteries.. but she found safety

(above three weeks before you died)


<(to the left you three days in after meeting) Hi darling, its almost Christmas and I am more shaky then before about your death. I guess its this way, we fall about inside the feelings, looking for an image to lead us out. I look for you smiling, laughing face, I review your pictures I took this year and half and see the only sad ones, were of you, after speaking to ether your brother M or mother, or V. and her mother. One of the pictures that is sticking in my head was after we first met and I lived in your apartment, the rental I rented before my return from NY. I have so many pictures of you actually looking the battered woman, the drawn downward face, the acceptance of things you couldn’t change and continued to live with for the reasons, one is you were to sick to be able to make a stronger choice. And people stopped believing in you. And that drained your spirit. I then look at pictures then and then I look of you at our wedding and you were talking in my ear, in a private way we did, there was a half smile on your face. I have many other pictures showing how joyful you were. And what that means to me now. We accomplished much. We accomplished acknowledging the truths of the way you had become used to living; it came out slowly and only because I found you being battered by V. which is ingrained in my heart and soul.
They say the soul is like a sifter, I am waiting for it to sift those images away. I hope they do as the days pass and I am left with only the best of the pictures possible those filled with you feeling safe and loved. Which you were.
I pray that this touches the battered person, and they leave and find the strength to surpass their lives, and separate their battering of all types as a child and find a good life, a safe one, a healthy one, one where they always looking up. Enclosed here are two pictures on when we first met after years of battering. And then our marriage as we left that insanity together. I also found 24 battering issues you were hospitalized and doctors were involved. At times it was said, you fell down the stairs, breaking bones. My darling there were a simple set of five steps it was impossible. But that seem to the way you handled it. You did know and find out before you died that you did not have to live this way. In fact you had to live in love and being loved not misused or used.
I look back at your childhood and get it why you didn’t know the difference. Funny, we can be brilliant, wise, offer incredible advice to others about others for others, but when it comes to our lives, its seemly a secret. A fallen angel
awaiting our freedom
to fly home... live in
the true light...
I still hear your voice, three days before you died after listening to V, scream at you about money, and how much she hated you. You hung up, turned to me and said, thank you so much for saving my life. You told me that over and over and over again. Along with you’re the only person I know who never wanted anything from me, just wanted to give to me. Your welcome.
To all who have been battered, please remember this if you read it. And to all of you who are batters. Leave, go away, and get help, but most of all just leave. And find yourself a place that will monitor your insanity. Leave people alone.
 
 
 

Friday, November 27, 2009

week 5.5 Live With No Regrets





Break threw


Tears
Sting
They touch
They bite
They beat
They seem to
Swallow my
Breath…
They are there always
Awaiting
Waiting
I am so hurt
At your dying
At your breathless
Body laying
On the bathroom floor
God I knew one day
That would happen…
How often had I found you that
Way, 20 or 30 times
Several times a month (but each

Off to doctors, no answers, just lots of visits)
Time I would call your name and
You would pop up like
A small toy, with long red hair
Falling over the side of one of those
Boxes…
I would say, Stacey why don’t you
Call me, let me call an ambulance..
Why don’t you let me know you need help
And you would smile and say, I have you,
You always find me, and take care of me
You always put me to bed, take out
My contacts, brush my teeth or hair
Hold you hands as they curled up
In small child like balls
I knew one day, If I were blessed with finding
Your precious body, you hand would be that
Way and they were…
You had the face of an angel that morning
You were sleeping,
Eternally
But sleeping soundly
Enough
Not to come back
Not to raise your head
Open your eyes, did you still
Have your blue contacts in
Where did you wedding band go
Does your horrible family have that
They are as you said, they want to take
Everything
They are as crazy as you said, and so is
V, you were right, they are the same
The whole bunch of them…
Only they didn’t get to see your
Being
Slipping away
They were so use to abusing you
They like all abusers think
They have an endless time to
Pursue the blatant insanity…
I saw you, thank you for trusting
Your being with me so I can say, how
Much I loved you…
For that last time..
Thank you…
I still see us dancing in Starbucks
To Leonard Cohen…
And you telling everyone so proudly how
He sang this at our wedding, and you turned
Me around then swallowed me
Up in your arms again, your eye
Looking deeply into mine..
Our intimacy blazing..
Lovely thought maybe I can go to bed now..
And rest in your amber of peace…
Adoration
And brilliance you gave…
 
 
 
c Dharma Barbara Rose G

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

First Holiday Alone painting in progress by Dharma Barbara Rose Guada


i guess i never thought this would happen, me being without you on a holiday. even though holidays were rocky due to your life story and how it all came down on you. against you and how you had to crawl toward where you thought you belonged and how those people let you down.


it was hard to watch you last year feel so ignored and devalued by your family and would be cared abouts. it was actually a very hard holiday season on me, but i got it for you. and thought this one i can pass on, cause next one we will have ... we will play with all of our new friends. which we made and were making.


however i do understand you were right we should have travelled that year. but you were so sick, physically drained, but i now see you were right, we should have headed up north and hung out with the family you were now apart of. then into Manhattan to see the windows in the snow..


so much for waiting for time to find its right place huh...


no it wasn't an easy time due to your life's destruction but you were so worth every minute of it because of who you really were. i keep wanting to say who you are. i guess i am sure ur sitting across the room over watching over my shoulder. if you were alive you wouldn't be able to see what i was writing cause we bath had such bad eyes.


there is a hollow

where

an air is

blowing

past

its filled with

coldness

its empty

its heart hurting

its simply pained

and painful...


c Dharma Barbara Rose G


my book on your life story is going very well. i am so proud of being able to tell your story with feeling and pride that you carried yourself in.


oh yes, my daughter Susan is marring David, in a few days, I need to get on a plane and go. She has told me not to, its just a short thing, but its still her day, I would have loved having our families are out wedding!!!


found out the apartment i rented is under some kine of bi laws thing here, so i can rent it for only six months. by god what a waste of moving time. however i can write here very well. so i shall remain and complete your book.


i love you.................. in your words, " wife" that was me!!!


Sunday, November 1, 2009

My parnter passed away, October 16, 2009





this pic ot Stacey is painted. by me




I am still in the part where its all a blur and each thing I have to do takes me forever to get done.
It is an exhausting process because I want to get things done exactly the way she wanted it to be.

She wanted something for her funeral and that was interrupted by her family who in their loss needed to do it their way. I asked them not to and to give her the last rite and ritual she so wanted, however they refused. Even though I saw the pain in their face and eyes, it was still about her not them. Not even me.

They did however give me her ashes which was a wonderful act, then we got to give her away the way she chose, and her choices were very important to her. She will soon be floating with the fishes in the Caribbean.

It made me happy to follow her wishes in that way, and very sad, letting her ashes go was the third hardest thing I had to do.

1. Was believe she was as sick as she was. And be there along side of her as her struggle became less and then harder. i didn't believe until she passed she would ... i had such a young kid kinda hope ... IT all began with Graves disease in its worst form, then cancer two times of her blood, then she was diagnosed with cancer of the uterus and her kidneys were going the night before she passed away. Funny no horrible when someone this young dies they ask, did she commit suicide? or was it drugs?

2. Was accepting the difference in our open now that she is not here. Its so sad and quiet and unbearable.

3. Following her wishes and letting go of her ashes in the way she wanted.

We were very much in love and had been together a year and half .. we were still in our honwy-moon stages. even though her illness made her a very crabby person. And when she wasn't crabby she was very loving and adoring..

I feel blessed to have been able to love her and offer her the love I could. As in all illnesses friends, family, and old worlds we would have liked to remain in our lives leave. And that happened to her. People choose to believe she was the problem. And instead it was the hormones poisned her system, people left her. But that seem to happen to her from early childhood. She made an amazing life for herself compared to what happened to her...

She was an incredible doctor which was gifted beyond understanding... She was so amazing. I hope your spirit is now free and you can go anywhere you want, see those kids you missed and travel about playing happily. Because when you were free of the pain and the debilitating illnesses you were so free... I was so amazed at your sense of abilities... Compared to what you were given to deal with. I was proud to be your partner and close friend. I was proud to believe in you. And honor who you were.

Who you never stopped being no matter how sick you were... I am so glad we said those magical things we said each day to the other
your to me:
i will always take care of you
i will always love you
i will never leave you

me to you: i love you
i believe in you
i adore who you are.

I still do! I never believed you did anything except in who you were and always were...!

I am so proud of you that you said, finally, you hoped that man that raped you at 10 yrs old was in jail. What a step for your ownself kind.. to let yourself be mad at someone who helped ruien your life for so long. I am so happy you said two nights before you passed. I was shocked but we hugged and I watched you like that small child abused grow up in that minute.

I love you, Babe

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

My story with breast cancer.

Dharma Barbara Rose October 14 at 7:25pm
I am a three time survivor, its hard to accept or understand what its like to seemly hold your breath for three years... until the doc says, You beat it kid.

I remember thinking is he crazy, then slowly in the last two months I find I am breathing and my panic is worse due to the stress of being panic stricken for so long. I got up one morning felt this tiny bead, in my right breast. I thought its like pea a tiny one. I didn’t have any insurance, my immediate response was what a weird way to die. Because I had no insurance. So I didn’t do anything right away, then in two months it was still there only much bigger.

That morning I called and told my doc’s office, “I found this pea thing in my breast and I don’t have insurance.” And she said, there is insurance out there for you, the government set a side a certain amount of money for breast and cervical cancers, here is the number but lets get you a mammogram.So I went and it was true BREAST CANCER! But there was insurance out there (side bar note - that money - insurance which is given to each state and unfortunately many of the states do not use it for anything other than mammograms. Instead they put it into their infectious disease funds which is used for other issues.)

That insurance was there to take care of my medical needs, the first operation, I knew that day I would be cancer free. However the next two times it was in Florida and this state uses that money for other things, so I was given Medicaid and found there were no doctors that took it or would take it for surgeries, finally I found a general surgeon who did the next two operations, he hadn’t done one yet so he did lots of looking into how to do this and what to do, his wife had died from cancer. I believe he saved my life. His knowledge how he realized certain put staples in instead of putting a needle in over and over again to close to possibly pass any cancer cells around. I believe he found a way to save another artist, he wife was an artist.

My story is like millions who didn’t have anyone around to stand close to them. I feel we have a long way to go but everyone of us can beat this. For me I had special doctors the first one in NY who herself had this disease and treats us it’s a very isolating disease so if you know someone who has this please offer your support and presence take that or those steps to nurture them. Thanks

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Nights that make one shutter

Tonight I am sitting here watching Design Star and cheering Antino on and he won!! Yeah!!
My thoughts keep wondering to the real my present set of hell as it unfolded this last week... Its the night before I go for ultra sounds, two one for my stomach and one for the aorta in my heart. On a random visit to the heart doctor, actually wanting to know if the Bata blockers would help my mild anxiety instead he discovered what appears or could be an aneurism in the aorta or stomach. Now I am totally anxious! At first I went into mild shock and anger about having done the cancer thing three times, all my losses of son and parents as well as three best friends then I seem to go into a quiet .. It reminds of the color amber I don’t know why but it does.
That color is amazing to me its brilliant and subdued at the same time. So that is what this newest moment of hysteria blanketed by reality of what the hell … I am not good at this, so I don’t know how people are so brave to just plain quiet about life as it unfolds. For me its anything but that.
So in this moment of my big reveal of such a moment of constant shutter this is what I am doing to night being terrorized yet again by real life. As in the background I am listening to the people on television talking about their newest designs. Clothes, houses, I am always searching for the newest artists to show me what they have to offer. I am such a ready participant of the arts and in awe of all artists.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Feeling as if one were fading out...



Hair fades ‘gradually
Eventually
Its slips to gray then
Onto silver
Unlike what we expect
Fade to black
Our crowning glory
Is expansive
It once again creates
The incredible experience
It drops down shade after shade
It stops being
A buoyant experience
And then our entire self
Surrenders before, during and after
This phenomena explodes
For some of us and it takes us years
To accept this… I am one
I am no in acceptance or I would not
Experience the outing of my hair…
As it is gray, black and a wee bite of silver
That gives me hope…
Yes, silver gives me hope..
Gray drains my energy and face
My eyes have stopped smiling
My face, its smile is gone..
I am in a now of freak out
I am a freak
Of now…
Who said aging is easier than
Anything else..

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Moment of madness grow and grow and grow i am so sick of it.

Nobel laureate Mairead Maguire talks to Al Jazeera from Israeli jailAl Jazeera, Jul 5, 2009
Fourteen people remain in custody after an aid ship bound for Gaza was seized by the Israeli navy on Tuesday. Among them are a Nobel peace prize winner, and two Al Jazeera journalists. The Free Gaza movement sent the ship loaded with humanitarian supplies from Cyprus, in defiance of Israel's crippling 2-year blockade. Mairead Maguire, human rights worker and Nobel Peace Prize winner spoke to us from inside Tel Aviv's Ramla Givon high security prison.


I am reading these atrocities again and again, and am wondering what is the damn point. One says it’s the holy war, another says it’s the lack of consideration to the planets fellow man and not being able to share space.
I am sickened each time I read this horror and my heart hurts as people lose their right to peace on a home land. That is to be shared by all, like it or not, accept it or not.
If one cannot share space they are certainly in their own way of accomplishments.
If one cannot share space they are in the way of truth, they live in a lie and in despair.
They are in their over-powering shadow of the soundless, echoless, joyless, asking for help to go forward with their own greed for greed.
Taking has never brought anyone pleasure it has however made them feel what its like not to have the right and honor to be given to.
It is without hesitation I am writing this today because I hope to be apart of a/the world that opens the doors and windows on this horrific behavior by anyone so obsessive and that cannot stop. And are supported in anyway by anyone to continue.
What really matters is that one is born to become a future not the past which was bastardized by those old times or ideas.
As the years passed it grew to total insanity and wrath and rite to loss.
And all who supported them became not only the loser but perpetrators‘.
Breaking any kind of silence and making up a lie is a silence.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

from bullshit.............!
I have ridden in a limo,on a motorcycle, inprivate jet,run,jogged,walked,hitched,danced,had fun with a suffering ‘titled’Princess, from the UK,been to Stanford, Harvard and even Oxford.What does that all mean…I get around!I went out the heirs to this and thatBeen hungryLived as if I were from old moneyLaughed as if I knew what I was doingOr what had been doneAs if I gave time and energy;PermissionTo be in the middle of lifeThen while looking upI find myself beinghappy I did the stepsThat gave me time totalk with Janice, ate apeanut butter sandwichIn New OrleansDanced with Little RichardSwayed with Al Hirt as he playedLaughed into the newest Bo Janglessweet brown eyesOn the corner of Bourbon StreetAs I stood in the doorway of the 577 Clubcopyright dharma barbara rose guada
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Monday, December 1, 2008

Random Thoughts
In thoughtQuiet as if a soft moving melodyWalking in the morningSinging as if no one were aboutAlmost dancingAlmost glidingTaking a picturePhotographing my energyIn visualThey are longings that will be seen once againIt’s a quiet moment come home to soulOpening corridors towardSomething unknownThis is a momentary blessing…Or is it lofty placeWhere cumbersome thoughts trickle outWhen they have found safetyTo be explored..There are many giftsIn everythingAnd as I sing them insideAre they seen or heard from the outside…copyright 11/27/08 Dharma Barbara Rose Guada

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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

from bullshit.............!
I have ridden in a limo,on a motorcycle, inprivate jet,run,jogged,walked,hitched,danced,had fun with a suffering ‘titled’Princess, from the UK,been to Stanford, Harvard and even Oxford.What does that all mean…I get around!I went out the heirs to this and thatBeen hungryLived as if I were from old moneyLaughed as if I knew what I was doingOr what had been doneAs if I gave time and energy;PermissionTo be in the middle of lifeThen while looking upI find myself beinghappy I did the stepsThat gave me time totalk with Janice, ate apeanut butter sandwichIn New OrleansDanced with Little RichardSwayed with Al Hirt as he playedLaughed into the newest Bo Janglessweet brown eyesOn the corner of Bourbon StreetAs I stood in the doorway of the 577 Clubcopyright dharma barbara rose guada
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Monday, December 1, 2008

Random Thoughts
In thoughtQuiet as if a soft moving melodyWalking in the morningSinging as if no one were aboutAlmost dancingAlmost glidingTaking a picturePhotographing my energyIn visualThey are longings that will be seen once againIt’s a quiet moment come home to soulOpening corridors towardSomething unknownThis is a momentary blessing…Or is it lofty placeWhere cumbersome thoughts trickle outWhen they have found safetyTo be explored..There are many giftsIn everythingAnd as I sing them insideAre they seen or heard from the outside…copyright 11/27/08 Dharma Barbara Rose Guada
Tuesday, February 10, 2009

from bullshit.............!
I have ridden in a limo,on a motorcycle, inprivate jet,run,jogged,walked,hitched,danced,had fun with a suffering ‘titled’Princess, from the UK,been to Stanford, Harvard and even Oxford.What does that all mean…I get around!I went out the heirs to this and thatBeen hungryLived as if I were from old moneyLaughed as if I knew what I was doingOr what had been doneAs if I gave time and energy;PermissionTo be in the middle of lifeThen while looking upI find myself beinghappy I did the stepsThat gave me time totalk with Janice, ate apeanut butter sandwichIn New OrleansDanced with Little RichardSwayed with Al Hirt as he playedLaughed into the newest Bo Janglessweet brown eyesOn the corner of Bourbon StreetAs I stood in the doorway of the 577 Clubcopyright dharma barbara rose guada
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Monday, December 1, 2008

Random Thoughts
In thoughtQuiet as if a soft moving melodyWalking in the morningSinging as if no one were aboutAlmost dancingAlmost glidingTaking a picturePhotographing my energyIn visualThey are longings that will be seen once againIt’s a quiet moment come home to soulOpening corridors towardSomething unknownThis is a momentary blessing…Or is it lofty placeWhere cumbersome thoughts trickle outWhen they have found safetyTo be explored..There are many giftsIn everythingAnd as I sing them insideAre they seen or heard from the outside…copyright 11/27/08 Dharma Barbara Rose Guada