In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Monday, December 15, 2003

The Quiet American 

I don't have much to say. It's a strange sensation, granted. But I feel still. Quiet. Mousey. It may just be the turning of the Wheel of the Year—and it's my turn to hibernate. I am, after all, part of the Bear Clan. Or maybe I'm coming to grips with the idea that our so-called president will probably be here for another term. But that's too horrible to contemplate, so let's quickly move on. I am looking forward to the Solstice. Perhaps that flicker of light will ignite healing and hope for our world.

Mario is reading Forty Ways to Look at Winston Churchill by Gretchen Rubin. Rubin writes, "Before the first night of Pygmalion, playwright George Bernard Shaw wired Churchill: 'Am reserving two tickets for you for my premiere. Come and bring a friend—if you have one.' Churchill replied: 'Impossible to be present for the first performance. Will attend the second—if there is one.'"

Churchill apparently also said, "Success is going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm." I really admire that. I'm not like that, but I admire the idea.

So, enthusiastically, I leave you to enjoy my evening...

Posted by: Kim Antieau / 12/15/2003 08:27:00 PM
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