Tag: Covid
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anxiety, a disorder…
I had an anxiety attack yesterday mid day. It was so easily slipped into even though I hadn’t experienced one in 6 months, not to this degree. Images of your death, PTSD are flowing into my days and I have to stamp on them like one of those beautiful red flying insects invading the US…
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The end of the road
Yesterday after my doctors appointment I realized my health situation is just like your death. There is no remedy. No drugs to make it better. This is the situation. Stop beating your head against the wall – anger emitting from your cells that no one is listening. They are listening. They have no answers. Just…
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…with a start
5 am: walking down the stairs tailing the parade of dog cat, anxiety and fear drop in and rush me to fix. Fix now. The urge is … not an urge really but more like a spasm of the unknown. Fill it now. figures add up and I expect to have the answer – now…
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Dancing
The kitchen is home to our ghosts. Dancing still as our supper simmers on the stove. You in my arms – I in yours – hand around your waist, my left hand in holding gently onto your right hand. Chest to chest. Your eyes are there floating in the air – staining at me –…
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Ache
My body is the Leaning Town of Pisa, The sinking city of Venice, The remains of Notre Dame after the fire. It aches, creaks and is off balance. My body no longer feels like home base but a turbulent flight I must endure. Eyes closed I breathe deep, seeing where the jolt of unease and…
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Laughing at death
The dinner party last night was relaxed and entertaining. Surrounded by estrogen we each had our turn to entertain each other and make jokes the others would catch in their memory net. With covid cases rising around the US, it was stated that we were using our fingers to add the condiments from communal bowls.…
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Whose Story?
I woke to find a world where individuals are letting the loudest voice tell their story, and fulfill their own needs through “drones”. Repeating a thread, a hound dog intent on the single sent, masses are making judgements for their lives based on 1 aspect of the story. Who in their right mind bases any…
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Henri
And so a tropical storm is about to arrive. The surf is like a washing machine and after an hours morning walk I jumped in. I made sure to be surrounded by people with the rip tide so strong… It felt wonderful.. the ocean warm and the wave crashing – watching the water swirl around…