The Art of Life Interrupted

The Art of Life Interrupted

Living well in spite of Chronic Illness.

I have learned, by focusing on that which inspires me, it helps to keep a positive outlook regardless of CI. Here you will find Haute Fashion, Frayed and Swank Interiors, Architectural and Costume Histories, Movies I Enjoy, Mind-Body Healing Arts, Insightful Quotes, Buddhist and Zen Practices, Dogs and, oh... how can I forget... Paris?!

parasoli:

chanel iman by david sims 2009.

parasoli:

chanel iman by david sims 2009.

babette1:

(via Pin by Bette Blues on Ambiance | Pinterest)
nevver:

I’m concerned…

Amsterdam ‘Rollz Motion Street Performance’. Making disability an Artform.

margadirube:

addictedtolifestyle: @addictedtolifestyle


Espadrilles I could wear.

margadirube:

addictedtolifestyle: @addictedtolifestyle

Espadrilles I could wear.

That Deceitful SOB - Adrenaline!

misterlisa:

"Today was brought to you by adrenaline. Stay tuned, tomorrow will be brought to you by crash"

Bawahaha @misterlisa


Doodles are the Best!!
5 Ways You’re Not ‘Living’ With Chronic Illness on Huffpost. A poignant read. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ilana-jacqueline/personal-health-_b_5482294.html?utm_hp_ref=tw

5 Ways You’re Not ‘Living’ With Chronic Illness on Huffpost. A poignant read. 

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ilana-jacqueline/personal-health-_b_5482294.html?utm_hp_ref=tw



womensweardaily:

Linda Rodin in “Robert & Jeffrey’s Perfect Cardigan.”
Courtesy Photo

c’est trés chic

Did She Know?

It may well have been one of the most paradoxical days of my life. From my aching, wobbly body I felt absolute joy in being able to watch the processional - most especially her - on her wedding day. You see I have adored her her entire life. I love her and she’s always had a very special place in my heart… always. The day was perfect, her ceremony was perfect, it was all simply breathtaking.

As night fell and what bit of equilibrium I had demanded I leave, leave just as the soirée began, I reached for mudita. I was so very happy in her happiness. I was able to watch the celebrating from my apartment window just above the courtyard. I watched as the traditional first dance happened. I watched as family and friends encircled she and her groom. It was beautiful. She was glowingly happy.

But I was numb. You see the limitations my body places on my soul are sometimes almost more than I can bear. I wanted to be there - dancing, celebrating, and socializing. I am loquacious, I am, by nature, interactional, I am not a wallflower, except that my betraying body makes it appear that I am. Is it selfish to be feeling so sad? It may seem that I had a pity party, but… Did she know? Did she know that I was celebrating her from the shadows? That I wanted to be down there frolicking with the best of them? Hugging her, hugging him? Getting to know the others in her life that know her? Raising my glass in jubilation?

In the wee hours I could hear the music and friends and family laughing and dancing. I lay smiling as well as crying in both happiness for her and sadness for having my life interrupted… Yet again.

and i knew it was bad
when i woke up in the mornings
and the only thing i looked
forward to was going
back to bed
- poems from my uncle’s grave    (via homowrecked)
anotherboheminan:

1958 Dior

anotherboheminan:

1958 Dior

Le simple sentiment d’être en vie m’est une extase.
- Emily Dickinson (via comme-un—livre-ouvert)
Paris, hours in the café, a certain spirit of rebellion, one side a bit too stubborn, the sea, the true, in Bretagne, the walking in Provence, the taste, the passion for literature, the libraries, the beautiful editions, remaking the world in a set of hours around a table and a bottle of wine. Talking without really saying nothing, just for the pleasure of talking. The museums, the theatres, the elegance, the delicacy, the heritage of the Illustration, a humanistic philosophy. The balance we got between a nordic rigor and a latin savoir-vivre, the insolence and the freedom.
- Clémence Poésy: Your France? (via wuthering-soul)
My body is tired and I’m tired of my body.
- Me everyday (via hai-lei)

Story of being chronically ill. 💖

(via murder-otica)