Today I am grieving. Deeply. Painfully. Messily. Preciously. Not for the beloveds I’ve lost but for this world imploding about me. Maybe it’s nothing to grieve. Perhaps it was never worth the love I gave it. Maybe this country has always been the monster in the closet that everyone cowered from while smiling and pretending …
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Fear: A Muscle You’ve Built Out of Nothing
Do this; do that. Say this; don’t say that. Wear this; don’t wear that. Buy this; oh my God, don’t buy that. Eat this; whatever you do, don’t eat that. Everyone’s got something to say, especially when they are selling something to go with it, but it’s shelled out for free too. Consummate salespeople that …
What is Home if it is not Here?
What happened today? I knew that I was struggling with physical manifestations, deep in the experience of the lack of control I had over my own body. The digestive re-patterning, as my friend Paula called it, a severe understatement. The re-occurrence of the little sores I have battled since the late years of Ken’s illness …
Amaya Gayle 