It takes strength to grieve. I have been mourning my mom’s death slowly and will probably continue to do so for the rest of my life.
How much could you have said had you know that this hour and this minute is when you will lose your mom?
Most of us don’t or didn’t have the luxury. I didn’t.
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Since I started writing, whether in my journal or in my novel, I have deliberately tried to hide my own ethnic background. I told myself I could attract a wider audience this way because most English-speaking readers are after all not Chinese. I told myself it was a business decision. That might be true, but ultimately, I have to admit, it is because I am still insecure and worry about not being accepted.
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The minute we exit our mommy’s bodies, we relate to the world through primarily our tummies. We will respond to anyone who will feed us and not cause us bodily pain. Most of the time we have little choice. We are slaves to our bodies ‘ survival instincts.
As we develop, we begin to recognize our primary attachment figures. We still are driven by hunger, however, it is moderated by recognition of the person who is feeding us and the feeling we have about them. If the heart doesn’t feel the security with them, we will hesitate to take their offerings if not refuse altogether. We are attuned to the physical and emotional needs of our bodies.
…From tummy to heart, to head, and back. Read More »