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The past couple of days I’ve been reeling from news of
another cousin with cancer, this time breast cancer. She just had a mastectomy and
she is young. With two friends and two cousins with cancer and other friends
with serious illness, I’ve just felt sad.
But the idea of mastectomy and how women are treated by the
medical field just set me off. I’ve been reading about the history of women in
the world of magical lodges and spiritual movements, how they’ve been
subordinate to men. Women have been subordinate in all areas of life for a long
time and it continues.
Then the Ford/Kavanaugh hearings yesterday. So many friends
triggered. I’ve been triggered, too. I’ve not been assaulted, but I feel the
fear and pain. And the anger. At all of it. Then there are the women I know who
don’t believe Ford. They think it’s all a Democratic conspiracy. I can’t even…
Yesterday, a friend mentioned that like the caterpillar that
needs to turn to goo in order to become the butterfly, we too as a society need
to dissolve the old in order for the new to come into being. It’s not easy.
Some cling to the old ways with a vengeance and this is what is causing the
most pain.
Right now all I can do is breathe and remember the basic
goodness that lies deep within all of us, all of creation. It’s okay to fall
apart, to let it all fall apart. Beneath the façade is the rawness of life
itself. It is here where we will find the love that connects us all.
