Brigid and Viviane dancing at Creative Sharingfor One Billion Rising
Brigid, Nicki, Maria, Lucy and Elise dancing
I haven’t blogged in a while—hope I have not let my “followers” down. But I haven’t been thinking much and just recently got jolted into thinking and doing again by Eve Ensler’s vision of a billion rising to dance in the streets for physical safety for the women and children in this world.
And juxtaposed with that was the Newtown shooting (as well as the rise in general of guns and violence worldwide.)
And that same week, the Pope resigned. The Pope who epitomized the male-dominated, mind-only viewpoint in his
- squashing of nuns,
- denial of women’s power in the church,
- bigotry against gays and lesbians,
- archaic views on birth control and abortion
- participation in the greed and fraud of the Vatican bank.
- cover ups of it all
In the re-election of President Obama, we saw the end of the heretofore untouchable white male power block. I’m going to go out on a limb to predict the end of the white male as universal point of view. It has fallen into the hell of abstraction where it has always belonged.
And we are seeing one billion rising to take its place. Fully-embodied, dancing humans who require that we get over out fear of “the other” and that we learn how to love each other instead. This culture is already mentally ill with fear of the other. More guns cannot carry us into a future of safety and care for all. The splitting up, the male, mind-only viewpoint, the domination, the grabbing for always more money and power will not get us there.
Excerpt from my novel Strands (Eshu House Publishing, 2010). One of the main characters Lucy is thinking this:
My mother and I are drawn to many of the same subjects, though we come at them from much different places. Religion is a big stickler between us. She is set on Christianity and I have turned away from most of its dogmas. I adopted many of the important values that my parents taught me, incorporated them into my life—minus the myth that seems to me, well, like myth. To give them credit, they have been in a very liberal branch of the Christian church. I just can’t get over what is done in this world in Christ’s name nor can I ignore the patriarchal nature of Christianity. There are feminist theologians who work on it from the inside but it always seems like a bad fit to me, throwing away good energy after bad.
For a number of years I considered myself a humanist. I wasn’t all that happy with that philosophy either—the people often seemed a bloodless lot believing that reason was supreme. For me humanism was too much like Western philosophy, lacking in the acknowledgement of the great mystery. Something very basic to humanity seemed to be missing. While working on my Master’s degree in philosophy a while back, I came across the idea that in Western philosophy reason is linked with men. Men, mind, rationality were all in one half, the top half of a dualism that defined itself against the other half: women, body and emotions. In my Master’s thesis I theorized that love, creativity, resolutions to conflicts, medicine and many other essential qualities all exist in a place I named The Between.
When I explained this philosophy to my mother, she said, ‘you talk of mind and body, but where’s the spirit?” I forget what I told her but now I would answer that spirit is in our connections. It’s the feeling I have when I’m in the forest and looking at the trees and birds and feeling a part of it all, my skin connecting me as well as separating me. That is, for me, a spiritual experience.
Anyway, in some ways that philosophy has become my religion, looking for and accessing the Between. If there is a God in this schema, then connection is it.
…As I discovered in philosophy, women’s voices have been silenced for many centuries now and this silence is still not questioned with any regularity or in the revolutionary way required to actually change things.
All those male philosophers for centuries piled one mistake on top of another to reach the untenable place we are in now. “I think, therefore I am.” Say what? How about I was born of woman, therefore I am—you old male joker! Ever think of that? Andrea Nye, an Australian philosopher I have a lot of respect for, asserted that all of those amazing systems of logic in Western philosophy were designed to keep emotion out of rational thought; but at their core, they are based on one major human emotion, fear!
There would be no Christ without Mary and without women there would be no human life at all. And it’s not as if women just drop the baby into the world and then walk away. No, women tend to hold the values of nurturance and connection for all of us. All the systems of logic in the world can’t replace that.”
I am reminded of a piece I wrote back in 1996. The following is an excerpt from the version published in Running Deer Press in Santa Cruz called And in the Fourth Week…
Ntosake Shange is right. What we really need a god who bleeds—not the one men have constructed, but one who is loved not feared. We need a god among us who knows our passions and our pains, a god who bleeds and then goes through menopause. We need a god who bleeds so we can be proud of our blood, save it to water the plants with–use its power. Maybe then blood flowing each month could be seen not as a disappointment, but as an opportunity to be creative without using up the planet’s resources. Women can take on the sacred without giving birth.
When I was thirteen my mother told me that the worst thing about the Catholics was how much attention they gave to Mary–a woman, a mother like herself–what kind of religion could that be? She needed a god who bleeds and so do I.
A burden and a shame this monthly bleeding. Our mothers advise us:
“Hide it from your brothers–from me and from everyone else. Try to ignore it.”
“Don’t complain about cramps–suffer in silence.”
“Here are some tampons–consult the diagram in the package to figure them out. (To me it felt more like a map than a diagram–a map of a completely foreign land where I knew neither landmarks nor language.) If you can’t get it, you’ll just have to wait until you’re older.”
And now, take this pill so you won’t have to suffer your period at all, period.
This god must pause, too, so women know menopause is all right, not something to fight against but, rather, part of a cycle of life. For all we know god is currently in menopause; that could explain global warming… inordinate monsoons, hurricanes, blizzards and flooding.
We need a god who bleeds, then pauses. How do we order one and how much will it cost? Don’t send it COD; we’ll never pay a cent for it. Holding our noses, we’ll send her back where she came from, back to heaven or hell, back to earth or sky. Maybe it’s best to sneak her into the Bible: “And in the fourth week, She bled.”