Tonight's post is for me. If you read it and feel a connection then fabulous, but really, the grit is in my eyes tonight, it's in my teeth, and I am cranky.
This country, this amazing country -America, is one of the most beautiful on our planet earth.
But, we are a damaged, violent, conflicted people. We have no right to hold a moral compass in our hands, because we break it, usually on purpose, just to prove that we can.
The land of the free, and the home of the brave, is without integrity.
We are in the struggle of our karma and our dogma.
Many are lacking freedom, and I am not speaking of those who are rightfully imprisoned.
I am speaking of you and me.
I am talking about real freedom, not constitutional, not imagined, not legalese word jumble.
Freedom...the kind that allows you to transform your life, the kind you sometimes have to take, the ability to fill your gas tank, the ability to pay your rent, the ability to feed yourself more then fresh air, windy pudding, and grit. Our leaders are staggeringly belligerent in the face of our suffering. They are angry at "us" for daring to sound the alarms, for pushing them to listen to us; you know "us", as in, WE THE PEOPLE.
I don't know who will read this. I don't even care. I have twice this year born the stigma of shame that is homelessness. It could happen to any one of us now. It could happen to me again, but I will fight for my right to exist in this society.
I will hope, and pray, and fix my mistakes-and I will fight for my right to belong.
That is what grit tastes like. That is what grit feels like when it's in your eyes.
You can cry it out, but the taste... lingers.
I will transform my life, with or without help. I will cry the dirty tears until they run clean again. But the taste... long after 'this to shall pass', and the form my life is supposed to take -takes shape, I will show others what freedom looks like.
I will serve it to them on a plate. I will say, here "taste my grit".
The recipe was first written in the year 2000 but revised many times during the Bush Presidency.
The 2008 version is only for the strongest.
But, if you can stomach this, then you just might be able to show others what freedom looks like too. Cook it for yourselves tonight since rice and milk will soon be unavailable to most of us in the western hemisphere, cook up some sheer grit.
The transformation of this country counts on your being able to thrive on it.
So make it good. Make it count.
-Renee
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