From the Cambridge Dictionary - Girl – noun, a female child or young woman Can also mean Old-fashioned, usually plural A woman worker, especially when seen as one of a group – Shop/office girls From the Alice Severin dictionary – Apron Girl – noun – a woman who cringes when her fellow co-workers, having been … Continue reading Apron Girl Swims in Poetry
How far in the future do we need to be to look back I wasn’t going to write about protesting anymore but… Then someone told me that my diary of sorts, my record of protesting in late winter and spring meant something to them. I don’t know whether to believe it or not. But it … Continue reading I Can
Already, a new month. I wake up with strange dreams and things I want to say. I go through self doubt and remember or recreate horrible times. And when I get to the page, there is nothing. It all seems pointless. Who am I speaking to anyway? No one cares, not really. It’s too easy … Continue reading the cacophony of trauma
the opposite of mowing down Saturday, I drove past the protesters, honking and waving. There are still quite a few people, there are new signs to match the new indignities that we are being dragged through. Waving as you drive by takes almost no effort, yet it still felt good. I am in the midst … Continue reading Protesting, Week 21 – or Venture Rewilding
one grain helps make a pearl It hasn’t even been six months of going out to protest, and I am wondering what is the point of it all. The country slides further towards dictatorship, and people say they are tired of thinking about it. My guess is that the market research showed that it would … Continue reading Protesting, Week 20 – or Like Sands Through the Hourglass
Fighting for, not against Sometimes, the best protesting you can do is in favor of your own life. Why is it so hard to say what one wants, or decide what to do with the life that you have been gifted? Last weekend, I paddled in the ocean. No seals, but red jellyfish, and sailboats, … Continue reading Protesting, Week 19 – or Ocean Depths
"There once was a note, pure and easy..." What to say about protesting today? Endless. Elephants who have been abused and overworked go to sanctuaries, if they are lucky. Sorry creatures, who have had their tusks ripped out, their bones bruised, skin scabbed and sore. They are exhausted and fearful. There, people are kind to … Continue reading Protesting, Week 18 – or Piano for Elephants
What do we believe Background, history built by fragments. Belief systems. “For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change. And this fact is only threatening to those women who still … Continue reading Protesting, Week 17 or Time Travel
Pull a knife through the masterpiece, or army dreamers All the turmoil… is there a word for the self-inflicted insanity and danger some egomaniacs have put us all in? They won’t pay a price for it. They’ll go on TV and lie about it, and say half-truths, and claim victories, either pyrrhic or false, and … Continue reading Protesting, Week 15 – or the Start of Bush Lite’s War
Turning point The turning point of the year. Someone said to me - I don’t want to think about the days growing shorter. I was very similar in my youth. In fullness and beauty, I could only think of decay. Now – that tendency I can recognize as a bad mental habit, but it still … Continue reading Solstice – or Almost
