Good Morning, God!
Sandy has taken Ian to school and is now biking. I am back into my book – Traveling with Pomegranates — and have just come upon the idea of St. Anne — the mother of Mary — as the patron saint of grandmothers! And better yet, I just found this image of her with Mary in her LAP! Zounds! Isn’t that EXACTLY what I want! To place my beloved daughter on MY LAP — knowing that she will forever be holding HER child.
How completely “sanitized” the Old Catholic Church was by the Protestant Men. How striped of WOMEN and IMAGES and COMPASSION. (Isn’t that a little harsh, Margie? some voice asks). Maybe. But surely, the full reality of Women — except as Virgins, Maternal Virgins — was removed. Sad? Yes, but far more than simply sad. Evil, is the word for what has been done to women.
And, now, God, I am thinking back to the word Self — how it was split into Selfless or Selfish — two minor, if essential, parts of a much bigger whole. That seems the clearest analogy for what was done to WOMAN — Virgin or Wanton — Wife or Mistress — Object of Desire or Invisible.
Is this a RANT? Perhaps. I am sitting here — thinking of how some types of mushrooms are just visible expressions of a vast underground network of the “real” mushroom. I am seeing each of us, each woman, as not just an individual, but as an expression of an unseen — and vast — WHOLE.
But, God, let me back off from Gender Universes — and return to my small corner of the Cosmos — I love the idea and image of St. Anne. And I am smiling as Anne is my middle name. Aaah, God. Prod us — prod us women — into awareness. More than that, even, Please prod us ALL — men and women — into becoming AWAKE.