Thoughts on race, disability, and hurt

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(Jose Antonio Gallego Vazquez; https://unsplash.com/photos/hK_rg8Wb04A)

The Rising

There’s a new superhero duo in town and they call themselves Bruce and Barack. Also known as Bruce Springsteen and Barack Obama. Also known as “Renegades: Born in the U.S.A.” the title of their new joint podcast that began streaming yesterday on Spotify. A podcast which, at least to me proves, our stories are singular but our destinies are shared.


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(Heather Mount; https://unsplash.com/photos/ITxPPeUstDQ)

In the first scene of the movie, the camera pans over a bleak almost dystopian landscape. One that is grey, brittle with ice and completely covered by snow. It is a land that is usually warm, sun filled and, if not lush, at the very least green. The camera then hones in on a nondescript building, eventually taking us inside where we see engineers, city and state planners and other official looking personnel working feverishly to ensure “the whole grid doesn’t collapse”.


When I went to Iceland nearly three years ago now someone, either my Mom or or tour guide Siggi, took a photo of me that has turned out to be my favourite. I generally don’t like having my photo taken, or, how I turn out in them and I certainly don’t like posting (and rarely, if ever, do) photos of myself. I love this one though. It was not taken at the Blue Lagoon or by a waterfall or in a national park. …


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In the days since President Biden’s Inauguration the air has seemed fresher, the sun has shone brighter and the psychological and emotional weight of the past four years has, if not melted away, started to lift. The world to me has felt more expansive, joyful and normal, whatever normal even is. While there is not really even such a thing as normal, the absence of it, which the past four years have certainly been, is felt acutely and profoundly.


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Sasan Hezarkhani (https://unsplash.com/photos/htj2c2HZ6Fo)

Joe Biden’s Inauguration Day was a long, long, long, long time coming and it was well worth the wait. I can say that now because the American Carnage, foreshadowed by the one who ultimately created the carnage is, at least for today, over. Everyone was on good behaviour, even those who aided and abetted the man who almost upended a nation. The men could have easily cost the country they are sworn to protect this peaceful transition of power had, at least for today, not succeeded.


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Trump mob at the U.S. Capitol

I am thinking about a quote from Rosanne Cash that a friend introduced me too. Ms. Cash would perform a concert and find that maybe 6% of the audience were right there with her; present, engaged and immersed in the experience. Meanwhile, she was spending time on the 94%. Thinking about how to engage and to reach them. It was not fun and, instead, was stressful and joyless as it was taking the pleasure out of her shows.


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The U.S. Capitol (Cameron Smith; https://unsplash.com/photos/9pkMcZpsezI)

A friend sent me a quote yesterday morning and I experienced so fully and completely facets of myself, I was moved. Since I was a child (my first memory of this happening is at around six years old), when I saw what felt to me to be an injustice, another child being yelled at by the teacher for example, I would cry. It was not happening to me and yet, it might as well have been.


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Meditator surrounded by plants

As we well know, I struggle to meditate. I am proud though (and a little bit shocked!) to say that I am now doing so regularly. Each day, since late Fall, sometimes a couple of times a day, I slip into a nice warm bath for my soul and I lay there. I drown in it, and, on some occasions, I go to places I don’t want to come back from they are so expansive and loving.


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Author’s note: This piece was written in nearly real time on January 6, 2021. The day we witnessed an insurrection in the United States of America.


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New Year, 2021

2021 has dawned! Happy New Year! How’d you spend the Eve? Dinner, dancing, social distancing (aka not socializing at all)? Author’s note: it’d better have been that last one. Oh man, 2021 feels…..I don’t know…..oh wait, yes, I do know: 2021 feels exactly like 2020.

Christine Quaglia

I write about what affects our lives. Thoughts we have, questions we raise and ways in which we can grow and, hopefully, become better so we can do better.

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