What I Know About Death:

It’s silence. Blissful silence. An upwards floating.

Me being my soul and the ceiling fast approaching my “open eyes” as “I” floated up towards the heavens and my human body remained below.

For me, this was the case.

There was no gnashing of anything. There was no language. There was no religion.

There was purity, comfort, and recognition.

There was only the brief, somewhat-responsible Earthly search of unconditional love that would need my Earthly help (no other search occurred to me) which is why I came back (my 19-year-old cat)…not for fam, nor for friends, not for fame, money, not for anything material or even “spiritual”, or even this website and its undescribe-able helenbobelen-nesses.

And there was the recognition of the ridiculousness of the situation that had unfolded the night of the 3rd Presidential Debate: emotions and TV noise around the Presidential elections and me just wanting us to all get along, not to mention, the ridiculousness that I, Helenbobelen-Helen, found death while in a bathtub after grinding myself along 3 miles (after going a previous 5 miles) and turning down help from a kind stranger.

Clearly, if I’d gotten this far, I wasn’t supposed to remain dead…

So, I came back to that calico now sitting next to me, next to that ridiculous bathtub-would-be-coffin; I came back to that gorgeous Bronx-born cat who was waiting patiently to finally rescue me back, not making a sound.

Within one day, I gave up the crutches, was doing yoga (modified), lifting weights (modified), and eating a pound of kale and drinking gallons of filtered water. Within seven days, I gave up the leg prosthetic (it no longer fit), switched to a smaller brace (using safety pins to keep its shape) and was driving a car solo and running errands. Within 14 days, I was using my kickscooter. All the while, I was donating to childrens’ charities and making good on any hospital/x-ray bills.

Swelling-free: there was extra velcro, so I just trimmed it as I drank water and became more swelling-free.

 

Ditto on the swelling-free as time passed by…

 

Ditto…once I got passed the prosthetic’s velcro-ed part I knew I had to have a “Plan B” as my leg’s gait with the full-leg prosthetic was a bit unnatural — not engaging the hip and glutteal (butt) muscles — and might cause unnecessary postural dis-alignments. Due to my 20+ years of post-rehab knowledges/experiences with fitness consulting clients (this and having the emergency doctor okay my surgery-free/calcification-free plans about working out the healthy quadriceps and hamstrings for my broken patella), I’d already deemed physical therapy unnecessary. I prayed about it and then on the internet — yes, the internet — came across a University medical research/white paper confirming a case where the knee/entire leg was naturally-healed by engaging the surrounding hip muscles…

 

Eventually, as the patella fused itself back together, I became able to bend my knee normally (I had landed on it…and the prolonged pain from a broken patella…and three plus miles of walking on it…led to shock…which led to well, death…and as you know…life again…).

 

Walking normal…engaging the hip and ankle muscles with the new knee brace…(I’m including gory-free photos…no one likes to see them…besides, at the time of the incident, from the outside everything appeared okay until x-rays showed the injury.)

 

The body wants to heal itself…

I (drug-free and well-hydrated) was already thanking God that early morning we pulled out of that hospital parking lot, but music, art, and well-honed health and wellness habits, along with being around kind clients and young’uns pulled off any darkness.

I know where that excessive darkness loves to live. I provide it sweet silence.

I have a body, but I’m not this body-mind complex. This I’ve known for decades.

I suppose The Creator wanted me to tell you this story. It’s been over a year so the timing’s reasonable. The photos serve as documentation and attest to how the body naturally wants to heal itself. I got out of my own way and allowed it to happen. Perhaps natural healing is in your path, too. Either way, I remain judgement-free.

I’m most grateful.

xo,
Helen

P.S. I’m also grateful to be alive at a time where Hollywood’s/TV Media’s shiny veneer is being peeled back and the underlying sticky tar revealed…to bring about more equality and respect for all the earnest genders and to be recognized as humans who have souls. May the younger female generations have sovereignty/freedom in art, love, time, bodily-privacy, and in any business venture that allows the former for themselves and others, along with charitable-giving to better the planet and future generations, including the evolving male gender. This Helenbobelen’s not a millionaire, but was early-endowed with the wisdom to turn down multiple tar-laden millions and whenever necessary, continue to do so as a female (charitable!) indie-artist. May we all go deeper and let go…to create better emotional and therefore, material creativity…

Around Here XII

Austin Bridge

 

Same Austin Bridge

 

10K Thinnest And Strongest Thin Gold Hoop Earrings for A.S.

 

Mural (and another Austin Bridge)

 

Talk Talk’s “It’s My Life” lyrics

 

For A.S.

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Hummingbirds 96 & 97

Hummingbird 96 & 97: Work In Progress (the blank pages are for the young’uns to fill in)

 

Hummingbirds 96 & 97

 

Hummingbirds 96 & 97

 

Hummingbirds 96 & 97

If one were to take into account drawing free-hand hummingbirds for children as I teach them art, this Helenbobelen has easily reached 100…maybe even 150!

Recently, the young’uns have been spying in my art pile Hummingbirds 85 and 86 and of course, requesting those…and at the time, having only the original on me, I delayed hummingbird-dream-fulfillment until the school holidays arrived and found time to create duplicates.

And of course, I had to fill in one of these duplicates to show them the possibilities and have them either mimic or completely disregard my style. It’s a complete joy to me when they do the latter. (“There’s no right or wrong way to do it…it’s art!” they say to one another, mimicking my repeated words — how I love these children!) Often I tell my art students how, when I was their age, I colored a coloring book page in one crayon color — purple. That true story seems to take the squeak out of their “squirrelies” and they dive into their art like miniature Picassos.

Anyhoo, once they fill in their hummingbird versions, I’ll post a few here and perhaps display them in a local cafe gallery.

In the meanwhile, this Helenbobelen will be working on Hummingbirds 98, 99, and 100…

Hummingbirds 96 & 97
5 1/8H x 4 1/4W x 1/16D Inches
Watercolor, Tempera, Washable Marker, Xerox Machine Ink, Paper, Cardboard, and Love

Not For Sale

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P.S. My artist friend Leah has a Kickstarter for her girl-empowered comic book series,”Couri Vine”. Below is a blurb. You can check out this project at this link.

“We decided early on that we wanted to make an action-packed adventure story about a young person who is hiding from her disability, who then discovers that her difference can become her superpower.”

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