gar·gan·tuan
Function: adjective
Usage: often capitalized
Definition: GIGANTIC, COLOSSAL: of tremendous size or volume
Oftentimes, a woman's dream is so Gargantuan, she can't possibly achieve it alone.
The question before women today: Can our lives, thoughts, and actions become the stepping stones for the agile Goddess of Peace to recreate the universe in Her image?
Peace is designed. It is not a given. Women know this. It is our life's work. Peace springs from our desire for union with something greater than ourselves. War, on the other hand, is a given.
Today, a war still rages in Iraq. We don't need to debate it for a nanosecond. We need to admit the truth. This is a wholly unnecessary and poorly waged war that was started by the reactionary President of a wounded nation. The first thing we must do is forgive ourselves. When the war began, the American psyche was shattered. We were incapable of the good sense required to stop our government from starting the war. Our grief was gargantuan. But even now, the Bush administration seems incapable of seeing or telling the truth. They act as if our occupation of Iraq is a worthy endeavor. I'd like to think our cause is noble, but as the number of Iraqi civilian casualties approaches 25,000, the insanity of our continued occupation becomes obvious.
History often gets written out of ignorance, fear, sorrow, and madness. Perhaps it takes a certain amount of healing before peace can be written into history. Since 9/11, we've had time to know misfortune. To weep our healing tears. To recast our values within a global perspective. And to imagine peace. I've been to Ground Zero. The scene of that great crime is hallowed ground. Now, it's time to design a long-lasting and fruitful peace.
World leaders often speak about the so-called Good and so-called Evil forces at work in the world instead of pulling out the magnifying glass to search for the varied truths about our human situation on this shared planet. We need to ponder our place in the Great Scheme. We can no longer let our misguided leaders continue to make colossal mistakes on our behalf. We cannot let the world be managed by those who have been conditioned to wage war as a first option. We must always seek the truth and build on it, rather than stirring up well-worn, poorly told lies.
Today, President Bush departed our nation's capitol for the G8 conference to be held In Gleneagles, Scotland, where he will join the leaders of Britain, Russia, France, Germany, Canada, Italy and Japan. According to those who have golfed at Gleneagles, every hole is a world unto itself! What more appropriate setting is there for eight testosterone-fueled humans to congregate to discuss the issues of our times? May Africa and Mother Earth be blessed at this summit.
Very very soon, we have to throw some estrogen into the power mix.
Here's today's poem:
HEAVEN OR EARTH
Wasn’t it Elizabeth Barrett Browning
who swore that
Earth was crammed with Heaven?
Oh, but what did she mean?
For me, until this moment,
Earth has been a mere resting place,
a place to catch my breath,
expand my lungs
and scream scream scream
at the beauty,
the horror,
and the necessity of silence.
But now it’s time to raise our voices,
claim the blessed Earth,
and heal our wounds,
self-inflicted and otherwise.
Book recommendation: The Dance of the Dissident Daughter, a spiritual memoir by Sue Monk Kidd. The book helped me realize how deeply imbedded the masculine concept of God is in our society and how disastrous it is to the planet and to our feminine well-being.
Affirmation: I gladly accept all the feminine powers of the universe and act in harmony with my earthly sisters.
