Sure I’ve been interviewed before, but yesterdays question and answer time had a slightly different bent to it. The camera was set (hi-definition, OY!) , the lights positioned (so darn bright “I wear my sunglasses inside” started a faint rattle), the mic attached, and our chairs aligned precisely on mark. There we sat, in my house, face to face and only 12 inches between us…his back to the camera with the bulls-eye lens on me. The lens’ aim is usually quite intimidating while the camera is shooting. I have come to realize that I need the human lens–eyes– to fully feel at ease; a tete-a-tete with the eyes, if you will. This allows me to read the interviewer and to adjust for any of my “over-the-top” excitement antics that may spew out in my exuberance to “spread the word(s)”!!!!  His eyes were available and the interview was smooth and relatively uneventful….except….because my nervousness was in check, I was able  to observe what I was saying also!!!…i was watching him, watching me and listening to myself!, ALL in the same moment!! I hope that you understand and that this makes some sense to you, because it was a very powerful and thought-provoking experience—
Here’s what was reaffirmed during (and after) that very lovely interview–because now I know……..
—-why I held on for dear life, in-spite of every monolith placed in my path
—-why I had a symptomatic foraciously fierce fibroid, in the first place
—-why it took 9 years of a crazy journey of Coney-Island-ride proportions, to get on the yellow brick road
back to “Kansas”
—-why I put up with so much physical pain, as well as the mental anguish
—-why I am so passionate about speaking my truth in order to help another find there way

Something else occurred because of that easy-breezy interview that tilted the norm and actually made me kyell!! We meandered outside to shoot those “life-style” pix that seem so stilted and posed….but…as the cameraman and interviewer wended their way with eyes all agog, and mouths agape–oooohing and aaahhhhing with utter delight, I too began to view my usual vista with fresh eyes a new. Funny how that happens—so now the normal orchids, bromiliads, flowers, lizards, snakes, and birds that I romp with daily; began to sharpen before me. Don’t get me wrong, I love love love what the nature goddess and I have created–we are synergistic through our toiling, and, borrow strength from each. But..again.. new eyes help one to see old sights!!!
The reaction of anyone entering our house is typically the same—dumbfoundedness!! Eyes darting madly with what to see and where to look!! I usually start off by apologizing for this crazy house and its unusual (to say the least) very artsy fartsy eclectic mix of?…US!!!!  Every inch has a story; with vignettes depicting a memory carefully crafted. Even the dullest or oldest chotchke (not me, thankyou!) comes alive as a valued treasure when it has a proper placement. And, art  aaahhhh! I could go on, but even I am getting bored–so…..
I had a pretty good day with not once cursing the past lost decade—knowing in my heart-of-hearts that the eradication of hysterectomies for benign conditions will happen with this story (that I lived) being told over and over and over again….Now its time for YOU to walk around your house and property..discovering  “new vistas” with your “new eyes”…and remember….there’s no place like home..there’s no place like home..there’s no place like home……….