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.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Don't Give Up 

Ahhhh, what a great piece today in Alternet by The Rev. Jim Rigby. It was just what I needed this morning. Here's a snippet:

"Nothing great was ever accomplished in a single lifetime. We must emblazon those words in our hearts. The struggle is always worth it. For, if we do not improve our own time we have made possible some future happiness. If all around us is hopeless it is the perfect time to begin loosening the soil for future planters. The more hopeless the political situation, the more important are those who live and teach the principles of human decency.

"Those who live by great principles are above the ebb and flow of political circumstance. They carry their treasure with them. And, really, the struggle offers so much more than hope. Even if we knew we would lose every campaign between here and the grave, we should still choose this path of service to humanity because it is the only road that leads to a life worth living."

Blessed be, Rev. 2 comments

2 Comments:

Thanks, Kim. I really needed Rigby's words.

Ruth

By Anonymous, at 7:13 PM  

From Bitter Searching of the Heart
by Frank Scott (1899-1985)

From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.

The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.

Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,
We rise to play a greater part.
Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part.

By Anonymous, at 12:59 PM  

Post a Comment

  • All photographs and written material copyright © 2003-2007 by Kim Antieau unless otherwise indicated. May not be used without permission.
  • This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?