Dame Elizabeth – a truer story never told but finally acknowledged

Dame Elizabeth – a truer story never told but finally acknowledged. really puts today’s actresses body types into perspective and the meaning of being a star and a celebrity. Elizabeth Taylor did it all – incredible actress – marvelous person – generous friend – great humanitarian. she truly was one of a kind. we love you Dame Elizabeth.

a few sentiments and poems before getting to a magnificent story told about a great lady who was born Feb. 27th, 1932 and died Mar. 23rd, 2011. she had just turned 79. she spent her last 6 weeks in a hospital bed. she felt pain. she felt love around her. there was hope that she would rally but not this time. this time it was her moment to join all the loved ones who went before her. they – i am sure – were waiting for her to arrive so they could greet her with a grand welcome. you now can play and have that childhood you so dreamed of wanting. the dream you shared with michael jackson. i am sure he was one of the first to take you in his arms and hold you to tell you everything is alright now.

“A hug is a silent thought created by the arms to make a weary heart lighten up when speech can’t explain.”

Elizabeth Taylor – you were a work of art and you shall become immortal.

To become truly immortal, a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken, it will enter the realms of childhood visions and dreams.
~ Giorgio de Chirico ~

‎’I would have to give up today, and dive into yesterday. You can’t predict tomorrow. And my life has had so many startling tomorrows that I don’t think they’ve stopped’. ~elizabeth taylor~

I have been thinking about you – hoping you are at peace & finally out of pain – and that you are with all those you love and love you that have gone before. You were a Miracle on Earth as you will be in Heaven. RIP it’s time to have your childhood and play play play!!! Thank you for all the gifts you gave to us all and for your bravery to fight the good cause!!!

‎”When people say, ‘She’s got everything’, I’ve got one answer – I haven’t had tomorrow.” RIP Elizabeth Taylor.

i feel like my childhood was filled with movies and news of elizabeth taylor. it was fun to follow her on twitter. she was the greatest of actors. i have seen all of her great films. really thought she would make it through this time. she was vital til the end. you will be missed.

A Light Exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

“When The Wind Blows”

You have a way of laughter
You came to me with fears
We hugged and face disaster
Cried so many tears
But as the day is ending
Our night turns out the light.
See the gifts I’ve given
Know my work is done

When the wind blows
Then a garden grows
And the fields are gold and fine
And the love you’ve left behind
Is the fruit that turns to wine

The candles keep on burning
The fire warms and glows
The snow will keep on falling
The river always flows

I share my many secrets
Sung the songs at night
I touch, kiss my truth
Will live within your heart

So look on all I’ve had
As I take away my hands

When the wind blows
Then a garden grows
And the fields are gold and fine
And the love you’ve left behind
Is the fruit that turns to wine

When the wind blows
Lord as the day is ending
Then a garden grows
And night turns out the light
When the wind blows
See the gifts I’ve given
Then a garden grows
I know my work is done
When the wind blows
I know my work is done
Then a garden grows
My work is done

By David Kurtz

by Christina Rosetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

If you feel it in your heart…
Honor it.
Even the pain.
No life is without its pain…its suffering.
Go where life leads…even into darkness.
Know inside the door of darkness
Love waits.
Let Her in.
Know that your heart holds love…
Even in the wake of hate.
Your heart feels joy…
Even in the wake of sorrow.
And your heart knows peace…
Even in the wake of conflict.
Do not discriminate…
Decide to feel it all.
Find the beginning at every end.
The end at each beginning.
Love will heal the pain
And there is great joy in that.
So let it in. All of it.
Honor the light…
Honor the darkness too.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with
a tear. When you were born, you were crying and everyone
around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die,
you’re the one smiling and everyone around you is crying.

When I see your face, there’s not a thing that I would change
Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Because girl you’re amazing, just the way you are
~bruno mars~

and now to the main passage that i want to present. a truer story never told but finally acknowledged. we love you Dame Elizabeth. thank you for writing this beautifully truthful piece that i wish to share here in remembrance of our Fair and Beautiful Elizabeth – a giver to all – who was filled with generosity and love. who touched the lives of the many when no one else would. i will always remember you. ~maggie christian~

Dear Brave Souls: Dont You Hate It When People Think They Know You: The Real Elizabeth Taylor
by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes on Thursday, March 24, 2011 at 8:01am

Elizabeth, an Incomparable of Her Time has passed away: Here’s what you wont read in the headlines which are often vulgar, focused on foibles, overlooking the worth of not only this woman, any woman.
You’ll hear about her pecadillos, her many marriage and other chisme, gossip. But you wont hear she was a child actress who never had a childhood. You wont hear that she sought forever the father she never had. You wont hear how she had to put up with studio heads and producers who could care less about her consumate acting ability and wanted her to literally service them.

And you wont hear, but from those who are fairminded and have no desire whatsoever to exploit a vulnerable woman, who happens now to be dead… about this woman’s ferocious humanity, her interposing herself between some of the most vicious people of our time… those who daily, publicly, on television, on radio, and from the Senate and House and from the pulpit… battered and lied about the souls in our midst who had contracted AIDS– that they were contageous by just standing near them; that they were unworthy of time or treatment or medicines because of their sins, as judged by those who definitely lived in glass houses themselves.

This snip of a woman, tiny and blowsy, or tiny and thin, [Elizabeth had, like many of us, her weight challenges throughout life and that is part of why we loved her; she never gave up), and thus, this woman no matter what shape she was in, stood up to the most reprehensible of our times: those who categorically made it so little children who’d contracted AIDS from blood transfusions– were blocked at the school doors, so that parents exiled little children from play and birthday parties, because the progenitors of this full-out lie that AIDS was contagous without sexual contact, had spoken with such authority. Authority challenged by Elizabeth Taylor. By herself. In honor of her many hugely talented friends, who were gay. And who also had AIDS.

This is what I would remember Elizabeth for. A woman who stood against the Storm of opprobrium unwarranted from those who hated human beings far more than they ever wanted to help them.
I was a witness. Perhaps you were too, to this woman, this much married woman, this actress woman, this highly sensual, sexual, wisecracking, life in big gulps woman… who stood up, publicly proclaiming that not only care and medicine, but a vaccine, a cure had to be found, that the lives of countless women, children and gay men were at stake… that now was NOT the time to high tail it and run. That this was the time to stay. And to reach out. And to give care until there was no more care to give.

In the two years or so before Elizabeth began to speak out, I was still a relatively young shrink, and I’d had 40 gay men in my practice as patients… suffering more from the opprobrium the culture heaped on them so harshly, their being unable to live safely and openly as gay men… more than any garden variety neurosis. Suddenly, one by one, they began to become ill. And gradaully the word came out that there was a disease that was transferring by blood and it was causing people to sicken and die.

One by one my patients began to be diagnosed. One by one they slipped away and did not go gentle into that good night. We were once again at the caskets more than we were at celebrations.

And someone spoke for them, a someone who had such stature and fame, she could not be ignored. And I recall the stones flying at Elizabeth, the scorn, the scoffing, the ridicule, the calling her down for daring to stand with those who were ill and looking not as nowadays, ‘living with HIV,’ but for certain, dying of AIDS in fairly short order.

I remember, she did not stop. It wasnt her money. It wasnt her fame that made her not stop. It was her Soul. She had such soul that nothing, nothing could have stopped her from speaking loud and clear and incessantly about care of the sick, cure for the ill, no matter what else. NO MATTER what else.

These many years later, of my forty patients from long ago, there are three still living. All the others, young-young men have passed. Some of them lived long enough to hear Elizabeth speak for them.

I’ve no doubt, in heaven there is an honor guard miles and miles long made up of the children, women, and men Elizabeth spoke for… they will welcome the real Elizabeth home.

Rest in peace Dame Elizabeth: your brave work is done here, and is and will continue to be carried on by others. Thank you. Just that: thank you.

with love,


as journalists of the old school, when a noted person dies, one runs a photo of them at their prime. This is Elizabeth in one of her many ‘primes.’ /dr.e


About the universal eclectic

writer.poet.screenwriter. animal activist. support progressive political causes. film maker & photographer. advocate for the protection of children from child sexual, physical, emotional and spiritual abuse. lgbtq activist. lesbian. animal advocate. animal lover. daily journaling. dream interpretation. write poetry. fiction(novels & short stories).semi-autobiographical books. screenplays & blogs. cinephile. anglophile. technophile. love theatre. great television(esp. british).films. love books. love reading. collect quotations. collect dvds. love music (eclectic tastes). addicted to laptop computer. internet. facebook. twitter & other social networking. 'surfing' the net. wikipedia. texting. ustream. wordpress. blogging. love my family of 2 humans(myself & my partner) & 12 animals: 1 amazon parrot (saki). (6 cats (sanji, sigmund, schroeder, spike, soyer & spootiepaws). 1 rat (max). 2 degues (bubble & squeak) & 2 chinchillas (sagan & sundance). love animals. worked for humane society for 14 yrs. worked at westport public library as intern. worked at bennington college library. student assistant in college. co-produced gay & lesbian radio show at yale university. member of yale lesbians. board member of new haven, ct women’s' center. love stana katic. her films & her tv show 'castle' -my guilty pleasure. passion for & study of psychotherapy & other forms of psychology. believe in love as a metaphysical state of being. in love with being in love. support legalizing marijuana. support releasing non-violent drug offenders from prison. support abolishing the death penalty. support a woman's right to choose. support the arts in schools. support federal funding of pbs. npr & nea. stopping the government from being taken over by the gop and tea baggers. support for medicare, medicaid and health care for all.
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