The basil I planted in January sits on my windowsill, arching sturdy stems toward the light. I sit back from my computer and take a breath. I feel like those arching basil plants: desiring sunshine, planted a bit too early. Sometimes it feels as if I were born into the wrong time, or perhaps the wrong… Continue reading Reaching Through Darkness
Mother of the Eastern sky Keeper of the morning light Maiden of all that is new I stand before you Arms stretched; heart wide; mind open. Bless me with inspiration Favor me with insight Lay the knowing deep in my bones. Fill me with the breath of life that is carried upon the morning breeze… Continue reading Invocation to the Morning
I woke in the dark, and was afraid. There are things in my life that are beyond my control. And while I know this to be a common thread in the human tapestry, sometimes I freak out anyway. This morning was one of those mornings. In fact, I had gone to bed in somewhat the… Continue reading Experiencing Peace: An Encounter With Mystery
December descends Step, by step, by step Into darkness As humans, who are but creatures entwined and enmeshed in the web of creation that is the natural world, we cyclically descend into darkness as well. Descents into darkness are terrifying. They are everything that the twinkling, light-filled, brightness of the positivity-movement is not. They are… Continue reading Advent to the Solstice: A Ritual
Oh Lady, your breast is your field. Inanna, your breast is your field. Your broad field pours out plants. Your broad field pours out grain. Water flows from on high for your servant. Bread flows from on high for your servant. Pour it out, for me, Inanna. I will drink all you offer. ~Sumerian Hymn… Continue reading Prayer of Thanks to Inanna
Could there be anything more perfect at this moment than gorgeous holiday cards featuring a subversive Mary spreading peace, hope, love and joy? This is the first time I’ve been introduced to the work of Dr. Angela Yarber, and I am beyond excited. Find her and her words and art at http://www.angelayarber.com The links to purchase the cards are in the article.
There’s nothing like the holiday season to bring out everyone’s least feminist self. In one of the courses that I teach—Gender, Food, and the Body in Popular Culture—students are assigned to examine gender roles throughout the holiday season through the lens intersectional ecofeminism. Inevitably, almost every student returns from holiday break with the same assessment: mom, grandma, and a kitchen full of women prepare, cook, and clean every family meal; women do the holiday shopping; men in the family watch sports.
Of course, this isn’t true of everyone. There are plenty of families which subvert and dismantle stereotypical gender roles, but the holidays seem to heighten these roles, undergirding them with some kind of nostalgic and theological weight that claims that if mama doesn’t arduously prepare her famed casserole, the season will be ruined. Otherwise committed feminists find themselves singing carols filled with sexist language and participating in holiday rituals…
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There are times in life when we feel powerless to the changes happening around us. The Buddha taught that all life is change, sometimes it is good, and sometimes it is bad, the trick to navigating change successfully is to detach from labeling it one or the other. I will be the first to admit… Continue reading Moving Forward: 4 Ways to Bring Back Your Peace.