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On Thursday, 21 April 2016, I decided at the last minute to hear Bernie Sanders speak at the Scranton Cultural Center, and I just heard Donald Trump speak tonight, Monday, 25 April, at the Mohegan Sun Arena in Wilkes-Barre.
I’m kinda overflowing with thoughts, so I’m going to chip away at some of them. I’m imagining Bernie fans and Trump fans reading this. Here are the upcoming sections so you can skip anything that doesn’t interest you:
MY LEFT-LEANING STANCE || COMMONALITIES: BERNIE & TRUMP || INSPIRED BY BERNIE || PLEASANTLY SURPRISED BY TRUMP || PROBLEM WITH LOW EXPECTATIONS
Note: I’m sorry I didn’t hear Hillary Clinton speak. I partly think she’s awesome but partly worry she’s not….It is difficult to discern much when someone’s identity is so fully mediated. It’s tough to tell what is “real.” Being so fully enmeshed in public representation tends to hide rather than reveal truth. But, for whatever it’s worth, I think she can get the job done.
MY BASIC STANCE~~way to the left
First, to get this out there from the start: My views are aligned closely with the perspectives of Bernie Sanders, especially the basic principle that
The greatness of a nation is judged not by its number of millionaires but by the way it treats its most vulnerable members.
And I feel incredibly uncomfortable with the ongoing chant from the Trump rally,
Build the wall! Build the wall! Build the wall! Build the wall!
Ever since reading John Donne’s Meditation XVII when I was in high school, I’ve believed that people are connected. To the degree that some people are suffering, we all suffer.
Or maybe I already believed that and Donne just expressed it well. Or maybe I was convinced by that line “Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me” that comes from the Bible (Matthew 25:40), or maybe it was that song by Joan Osborne, “One of Us,” which makes me think about how weird it would be if god was someone that really bugs me, and that makes me think I ought to be tolerant and kind even when people annoy me. Sometimes I’m successful with that. Sometimes I’m a horrible person, but you should be nice to me just in case I’m god. Not really. I’m definitely not god. Just be nice to me because it will make you happy, okay?
And that’s what I believe. I think it’s unhealthy to be in communities with big disparities in power, with an extreme divide between the have’s and have-not’s; and to the degree that we are governed by fear or hatred or other negative feelings toward others, we lose.
(Note: Although Donne and the Bible focus exclusively on men in their passages, I translate both to be about people in general. Because duh.)
COMMONALITIES~~Trump on the same page as Bernie
I was surprised at how many things Trump said tonight that echoed what I heard at the Bernie Sanders rally. You can read thorough explanations here and here. (Thanks to Kerri T. for pointing these out to me.)
I’ll just make a quick list of what I noticed both candidates saying.
- The political system is rigged. Lots about this.
- Manufacturing has been leaving our country and going to China because of NAFTA. This needs to change.
- Lots of taxing is necessary, but in different ways, to solve different problems.
- Against war in Iraq when it started way back in 2003.
- African Americans are facing more difficulties with unemployment than people from other demographics. (Sanders said a lot about minorities; this was the only thing from Trump.)
- Health care should be reformed.
- Education is important and we’re not doing enough to prioritize it.
- A lot of emphasis on doing right by veterans.
- We need to rebuild the crumbling infrastructure in the U.S.
EXPECTATIONS of BERNIE~~in which Laurie gets inspired
I went to the Bernie Sanders rally without strong expectations. I knew I matched most or all of his political stances, though I hadn’t fully engaged in the campaigns.
Why have I held back? The primaries have annoyed me this year—the politicians’ views seem warped when they talk to only Democrats or only Republicans, and the most moderate Republicans had no chance in such an environment.
Also, I’m registered as an independent, so I don’t vote in the primary elections, and that means I have less motivation to decide who my favorite is. And one more reason: The other three members of my immediate family all have strong political views that go in a variety of directions, and sometimes it’s easier to talk to everyone if I remain open. Even though we all know that I lean way to the left. Anyhow.
I ended up appreciating Sanders’ ideas and the way they all fit together. I felt like I wanted to publicly express my support, and I’ve done so several times. I wasn’t expecting to be inspired, but I was inspired.
When I heard Bernie’s platform in a fuller way rather than fragmented through interview or debate questions, the injustices of wealth concentrated in the hands of a few seemed more obvious and more clearly in need of being addressed.
Once you start with the way the political and economic systems are rigged to privilege the few at the expense of the many, you have an opportunity for change. And what good things can come from that change? Acknowledge that in the wealthiest nation in the history of the world, good things are possible: Pre-K education, benefits and care for veterans, more job opportunities, a higher minimum wage, healthcare for every person, care of the environment. There was more, but I didn’t take notes.
When Bernie said he was against fracking, the crowd stood and cheered for him. I looked around and thought, “He’s speaking to these people about their homes. The water they drink and the land they live on. They feel like someone cares. They need someone who cares.”
I also liked the way Bernie talked about both local and national history, both in terms of difficulties and in terms of grassroots movements and the way any kind of positive change comes from the people.
Yup. I felt far more inspired than I expected.
EXPECTATIONS OF TRUMP~~in which Laurie is pleasantly surprised
My expectations for Trump were low. I’ve seen him perform in debates on TV, and I’ve seen a number of clips of his speeches and rallies, with some of these involving violence. And I’ve noticed the same kinds of things others have: misogyny, racism, name-calling, violent and bullying rhetoric, and a lack of clear plans and policies.
Yup: my expectations were low.
Here is how I was pleasantly surprised.
- The crowd was passionate but not violent.
Individuals were polite—it was incredibly crowded, but I experienced minimal pushiness or rudeness. Honestly, there was only one overly aggressive driver I encountered as we all tried to leave the venue.
And one guy in line made a comment about people without teeth always showing up on the local news, and that sort of class-based snobbery bothers me. But I also know I can easily fall into that kind of obnoxious thinking myself.
Note: I was not openly anti-Trump or pro-anyone else. My son and I didn’t cheer for anything we didn’t support but were otherwise quiet.
- Trump did not display any misogyny or sexism.
Granted, he didn’t speak about women at all. And ignoring the wage gap is not cool. But, still—no direct and obvious sexism.
- Trump did not display any extreme racism.
He actually mentioned African Americans specifically at one point in terms of unemployment being higher for African Americans, especially African American youth.
Note: I have more about racism below.
- Trump did not incite violence.
At least I don’t think he did. Sometimes I struggled to understand what he was saying because the sound system made his voice very loud but somewhat difficult to understand.
- Trump described some of his platform and revealed a bit of common ground with Bernie Sanders.
I already discussed this above. It surprised me. It really surprised me.
- Trump sometimes seemed admirable.
He said that he was leading the polls in Rhode Island so his campaign managers told him not to waste his time going there, but he insisted on visiting his supporters because they matter. I liked that.
EXPECTATIONS~~in which Laurie remembers that she should have high expectations of presidential candidates
I was so excited that I wasn’t completely stressed out for the entirety of the Trump rally that I started thinking that maybe my earlier extreme opposition to his candidacy was misplaced.
Maybe the media has painted Trump unfairly, in ways that have played on my concerns about misogyny and racism. Maybe my fears that Trump would embarrass the U.S. and alienate other nations were off? Maybe the strongest nation in the world wouldn’t end up looking like (and acting like) a violent bully under Trump’s leadership? Maybe Trump as president wouldn’t lead to the escalation of violence from those who already perceive the U.S. as hogging the world’s resources?
1) I’m so busy trying to find common ground with Trump supporters and
2) I was so nervous about being exposed to violence and direct racism and misogyny
…that I am overlooking the problems.
- Trump made fun of Kasich for the way he eats pancakes (and mispronounced his name once, which I’ve done myself, but I’m not running for president).
- The crowd, prompted by Trump, chanted “Lying Ted” to keep Ted Cruz in his place.
- Trump said Clinton will open the borders, and we don’t know who these people are or where they come from. Isis? A Trojan horse? I don’t appreciate preying on people’s fears. There but for the grace of god go I. Or you. Or Trump, for that matter.
- But building a wall will work better. Here, there’s a play on fears of Mexicans, whether it’s fear of people of color or fear of job loss. The chanting of Build a wall! really makes me feel sick.
- Trump called people “babies” and regularly used phrases like “what the hell.” I’m progressive in a lot of ways, but I don’t appreciate that kind of talk from a presidential candidate, with little kids all over the place. Honestly, the name-calling is worse than the light swearing. It’s inappropriate.
Those are some of the problematic moments from the rally. And they are not isolated moments. They are part of ongoing rhetoric of bullying and belittling others.
In addition to Trump’s ignorance about what’s actually going on with immigration and the likelihood that his ideas would make things worse; in addition to Trump’s ridiculous one-sentence promise to fix the healthcare system that simply said it will “be better” than Obamacare; in addition to my extreme opposition to anti-choice legislation that Trump supports; in addition to my problems with the ongoing sexism & racism Trump has displayed in public spaces:
I believe all of us—and I do mean all of us—expect presidential candidates to speak thoughtfully and respectfully at most if not all public events, without ever relying on the belittling rhetoric of playground bullies who gain power by name-calling, making fun of others, and pushing around those who are weaker but who are misperceived as a threat.
We expect more from our candidates. I know we do. And I have no idea why or how our expectations are squelched enough that we are heading into such a bizarre scenario.
I tried to understand, Trump fans. But I don’t.
If you were challenged to capture examples of creation once a day for a week, what would creation look like to you?
That was the prompt that called to me in this month’s Soul Matters challenge. And here are the images I captured. I offer explanations of each creation individually, and then I try to pull it all together at the end. So if you’re not much of a reader, skim the images and read the end reflection.
This hot pink squishy ball rests in a crystal bowl on my dining room table. I love the texture, the color, the silliness of this object. It keeps me from taking myself too seriously. It feels inviting, like it’s asking to be picked up and played with.
I like to imagine someone coming up with this design. I wonder if the designers were inspired by sea urchins or octopi or jellyfish? Did they picture the product in toy stores, in backyards, in the chubby hands of children? Could the designers visualize their creation in a crystal bowl on my dining room table?
I bought this holder for eyeglasses in Galway from a street vendor in 2012. I love the beauty of the carved wood, the fun of having a head come to life once the glasses are put in place, and the usefulness.
I should point out that eye glasses are a pretty awesome creation as well. The ones in this photo are my son’s athletic glasses—they help him see, have a strap to stay in place, and are unlikely to break.
Both this photo and the photo above show that certain creations are likely to be part of my life only because of extreme privilege. Having a dining room centerpiece is normal in my world, and having a holder for eye glasses does not usually feel like the luxury it is. For most people in the world, these kinds of creations must seem frivolous.
It has felt ironic to me for a long time that much of the beauty of creativity is possible because of economic privilege and leisure time. It’s what I think about whenever I read “Paul’s Case” by Willa Cather. And “Barn Burning” by William Faulkner. And “Beyond the Peacocks” by Alice Walker.
How often are the beautiful things of this world built upon the backs of laborers? laborers who are denied the privilege and the leisure time to enjoy the products of their labor?
I started packing up some things in my house, and I was tickled when these books fit inside a cereal box perfectly. Well, not actually a cereal box, but a box that originally held boxes of cereal. My husband joked about the people planning the box design and their genius ability to make it fit not only cereal boxes but also a certain standard-sized book.
What’s the creation I’m celebrating here? The box? The books? Or maybe just the way they fit together so nicely. Maybe it’s not actually a creation. Whatever. It’s what I chose for Day 3. It was satisfying.
I saved some of the paper bags from my recent visit to Ireland because I found out that plastic bags are not used in Ireland in any shops. In the whole country. Huh.
I think it’s awesome that instead of seeing the environmental concern as a limitation, many shops use the paper bag as an opportunity to create an identity. These bags aren’t just throw-aways. They’re cool pieces of design. I love them! And I really do appreciate the way the shop owners were likely faced with a challenge and used that moment as an opportunity. I am sometimes good at doing that. And sometimes it’s a challenge for me. (Do you see what I did there?)
Looking at these bags makes me happy. I feel like a kid who likes the box more than the gift that was in the box.
When I was at church, I was inspired to take a photo of the quilt that Shirley Thomas created that hangs behind the alter. Shirley died recently, and she was a member of my Soul Matters group. I look at that quilt every time I go to church. There is so much to see. It’s way better in real life than on the computer screen.
Sometimes I think about learning to quilt because the patterns appeal to me so much.
After I photographed the quilt, I felt compelled to take a photo of the chalice tapestry that hangs on the front of the lectern. Here, I like the way a variety of universal religious symbols come together to represent Unitarian Universalism. It’s a combination of the prepackaged and the unique…a kind of remixing of materials to create new meaning.
One other thing about church and creation while I’m here. The music. I don’t feel like I have musical talent, but I’m good at enjoying music. Some of the music at church is familiar from other times and places—John Denver, Madonna, Les Mis, and so forth. When this music is played in church, it’s a bit of a re-mix, with familiar materials having new meaning. Today, it was “Edelweiss.” It moved me to tears because I’m going to be moving soon, and I kept thinking of the Captain singing that song with his local friends at the festival near the end of The Sound of Music, knowing that he was about to leave Austria forever. Heartbreaking.
My daughter Callie made this model of DNA. I think it’s a cool creation in itself, and I also like the way DNA itself is a building block of creation. It’s kinda like the familiar materials that get new life when they come together in new ways. Or maybe my analogy is faulty because it’s been a long time since I learned about DNA, so most of my impressions of DNA are now from episodes of Law & Order and the like.
At any rate, I thought this model was a lot of fun, and it made learning about DNA seem more attractive and enjoyable—a pleasure of exploration instead of a chore of rote memorization. I also appreciated that the science teacher asked the students to create their DNA models from material found around the house instead of going out and buying supplies. More re-mixing of materials to create something new.
This is an image of me from a SnapChat filter. I love the way various apps and programs allow lots of creative experimentation. I’m a creation, and this version of me is a whole different creation. The latter is a kind of collaboration between whoever created me (if “whoever” is the right term) and whoever created SnapChat and whoever created this particular filter for SnapChat and me (because I’m the one who used the app).
Fun stuff. And cool to think about all the layers of creation.
Also, a former student recently wrote this piece in defense of SnapChat’s puppy dog filter, so I guess these filters were in my head.
When I look at the whole series of images together that all spoke “creation” to me in some way, there are several commonalities I notice.
- Most of the creations involve color, brightness, something eye-catching.
- Most of the creations are part of everyday life. It would be easy to overlook each item or to avoid thinking of it as something that a person (or people) created.
- Most of the items of creation are frivolous, made for reasons that are so far from basic needs that their very existence indicates easy times—at least for some of us.
- Most of the creations are purposeful. That is, someone created a plan and executed the plan. The books that fit perfectly into a box may be the exception. That just happened, and it made me happy.
- A lot of the creation work involves remixing known elements (rather than starting completely from scratch). That’s awesome to think about!
- Many of the creations inspire me or teach me.
- Many of the creations made me think of the creators, and it felt right to feel grateful and appreciative towards these people. I also felt connected to the designers or creators of each piece, which is cool.
- All of these creations make me happy.
- The only part that’s difficult is the part about creation often occurring at the expense of a laboring class who don’t get to enjoy the fruits of their work. It makes me think of my waitressing days—welcoming guests, serving the food, facilitating the ease that allowed dinner guests to connect with one another and enjoy themselves…but not partaking of the good times myself, at least not while playing that role.
I think creation can and does happen without it being at the expense of a laboring class, but I believe it is more rare and difficult than I would often like to acknowledge.
I regularly tell students that learning involves taking risks. I quickly qualify my point with the phrase “appropriate risks” so that I don’t end up with people jumping from rooftops or robbing banks.
Writing, especially, involves taking risks. If we play it too safe, we are not saying what matters. When we write, we gotta get beyond the surface, beyond the first thought, beyond the obvious.
And any autobiographical writing worth its weight most certainly involves going places where we are most vulnerable, most uncertain, most ugly.
In the last six months, I’ve read four published books by people I know. All books were good reads that kept me engaged from start to finish, thank goodness. It would be so awkward to dislike a book written by someone I know!
Three of the books were fiction, and I don’t know any of the writers well but instead by association—we have friends or relatives in common:
- Barb Taylor’s Sing in the Morning, Cry at Night
- Emily Bleeker’s Wreckage
- Meg Mitchell Moore’s The Admissions
The most recent book I read by someone I know was not fictional but instead was a memoir: Fat Girl, Skinny. I know the author as a colleague and potential good friend: She has taught in my department, her young daughters participated in a creative writing camp I led (and they have great personalities that made me smile countless times that summer!), and we have lots of friends & colleagues in common. We’ve never spent oodles of time together, but I feel like I kinda know Amye Archer.
Amye is warm and funny and welcoming. And so is her writing.
I first heard Amye share some of her work at a student-led evening of poetry. She read a poem that included a bit about seeing a group of toddlers walk across campus and wanting to eat them all up. I loved it. We all laughed and wanted to eat Amye’s poem right up.
I also heard Amye read from a volume of poetry she published called Bangs. The poems were personal and focused on Amye’s teen years, so you can imagine the kinds of issues they explored….and Amye’s parents and husband were at the reading….but it was all good because the poems were there and then they were gone. There was never time to feel uncomfortable.
There were also buffers during that poetry reading that kept the personal disclosure from being awkward: Amye invited her former students to read their poetry, which was awesome. And she also had some of her friends read the lyrics of heavy metal songs aloud. That part was hysterical. If you want to add an element of fun to a gathering, it’s something worth doing. Really.
And then I read Fat Girl, Skinny, and I felt really uncomfortable.
Suddenly, I knew more about Amye than I had a right to know. Suddenly, I knew how old Amye was the first time she had sex. I knew about her desperate behavior when she felt rejected, even though she didn’t ultimately want the person (people) who rejected her. I knew her need to be needed.
I know these kinds of things about a lot of people and am not usually uncomfortable with the knowledge. The difference? I’ve shared my secrets, my weaknesses, my foolishness right back.
It turns out that it feels odd to read about someone you know without sharing your own secrets in a kind of friendship exchange. So what do I do with this discomfort?
I admire the hell out of the writer. That’s what I do with my discomfort.
I recognize the power in the writing, the bravery of the story. I feel grateful for Amye’s willingness to lay her conflicts on the page.
I appreciate the way Amye tells a story that makes me want to tell a story right back. She’s not just the human protagonist of her own story. She’s the human protagonist that allows her readers to process our own stories, our own struggles. She gives space for readers to recognize how each of us is the protagonist in our own messy, embarrassing journeys—our journeys filled with insecurities and uncertainties and shame.
But also filled with an un-cheesy kind of hope and the sense that sharing our stories is one way of moving these stories forward in positive directions.
I take my discomfort and realize that it is the direct result of Amye’s risk-taking. She went to the place where she was most vulnerable because that is the place that makes the writing matter. She did it for herself, I’m sure, but she also did it generously for her readers.
At the end of the day, my discomfort is because I feel like I owe Amye something, in a way that I wouldn’t if I didn’t know the author in real life. With an anonymous author, the gift of the writing and the self-disclosure would be remote, and the only exchange needed would be appreciation. But the dynamic changes when you know the author.
So, Amye, anytime you want, we can go out for a few drinks, and I’ll tell you my deepest and darkest secrets. I owe you.
I started reviewing drafts of posts that I somehow never completed. I deleted some. But some seem okay to put out into the world, even if they’re kinda past the moment where they would’ve made a lot more sense.
This one is a very belated review of Leaning In by Sheryl Sandberg—a review that was first written in March of 2013.
I know everyone and her sister is talking about Leaning In and whether it’s out of touch or the best thing since sliced pizza, so I may or may not have something to add. But I’m gonna write my bit to get my thoughts straightened out in my own head. And maybe my head- straightening will help some of you think things through, too. So here goes.
1. Standing up (thumbs up): In general, I say YAY to anyone who has some power and tries to use it to effect positive change. That’s what model Cameron Russell does in a way that’s self-reflective and admirable, and I don’t think she’s gotten too much flack, most likely because she has hesitated to move onto the next step.
Well, Sandberg has taken the next step, and she probably anticipated that she’d get flack. I don’t think there was too much kickback regarding her TED Talk, but the Leaning In book has a whole bunch of press and attention, to the point that I’m starting to be able to finish Sheryl Sandberg’s stories for her. And that kind of exposure is necessary to be heard and to move things, yes? I’m thinking yes.
So. I dunno whether Sandberg cries when people misread her or judge her or get really angry at her when she’s just trying to help…but I probably would if I were her. And that makes me appreciate her work. She’s willing to put herself out there, getting lots of kudos, sure…but also getting lots of hatefulness.
I don’t think Sandberg was short on kudos before doing the book. She probably had plenty of attention. And if she wanted more attention, she could’ve done something way more fun than write a book to help women. My point? Sandberg is in a powerful position in which she has a lot to lose and little to gain.
And she is standing up. She is taking the flack to help others. That right there makes me want to cheer.
(Maybe you think I should only say really nice positive things now because Sandberg is being kind of a hero? Well, she is being a kind of a hero, but I respect her enough to engage with her ideas and take them seriously. I can cheer and still engage critically. And that’s what I’m gonna do. So there.)
2. Beyond victim-blaming (thumbs wavering): Yes, there’s a whole theme to Sandberg’s book of focusing on what women can do differently to move into leadership positions. And to some degree it does seem analogous to the kind of victim blaming that holds women responsible when they’re treated unjustly. “Stop behaving in ways that make men rape you!” “Stop behaving in ways that keep leaders from advancing you!”
The truth is that Leaning In treads a tricky line. Sandberg presents a lot of research about problems and injustices that women face, and she recounts some of her own experiences. She probably should’ve been more explicit about the fact that there are no easy answers rather than implying how tricky change can be. But at least she does draw some attention to systemic problems.
3. Trying to be all things to all people (thumbs wavering): I love the idea that “Leaning in” doesn’t mean one thing for all people—Sandberg wants men to lean into household responsibilities, she wants people with different kinds of career- and life-goals to lean in to whatever those goals are…I can almost imagine her telling her kids to “lean in” to their school work or kickball games or their Lego-buildings or whatever.
But the wide net means that some of the advice is kinda lame (the part about how Sandberg needs to talk less but other people need to talk more…I read this once before, but it was called Goldilocks and it involved porridge that was too hot or too cold), and some of the advice that is not at all lame is actually only aimed at a certain audience.
Sometimes it works better to call your audience, and let other audiences know that you’re not addressing their concerns, but other people have addressed their concerns, or should do so, etc.
4. Sandberg is a feminist! (thumbs up!): I’m so over the resistance to the word “feminism” that I find it really refreshing that Sandberg both finds her own “leaning in” phrase to talk about feminism but ALSO actually uses the word feminist. About herself. On a regular basis. With no apologies or explanations. Duh! Nothing to see here, folks. Keep it movin’.
5. A woman who can be like a man is a better woman (thumbs down): I can’t help it. My reaction here is all about the Elaine Showalter essay that criticized the movie Tootsie with Dustin Hoffman because Hoffman’s cross-dressing character was the kind of woman that Jessica Lange’s character just couldn’t pull off—but she should’ve. And Showalter made a brilliant argument: “Tootsie’s cross-dressing is a way of promoting the notion of masculine power while masking it” [“Critical Cross-Dressing: Male Feminists and the Woman of the Year,” Raritan 3 (1983-84)].
I imagine I had more in my head way back in 2013, but, three years later, I have no idea what these things might have been, so…
Note: I wrote this way back in November but didn’t want to post it until I added images. I’m just returning to it, 2 months later!
If you know me at all, you know that sometimes I find joy and peace when I am at work. And sometimes, I don’t. Lately, I haven’t, except in the oases of the various classrooms where I teach.
Today, however, I did find joy and peace, in a place that was at work but that was not a classroom.
Campus ministry put a canvas labyrinth in the rotunda of the Liberal Arts Center at Marywood. They’ve done it before, often before Easter. I love labyrinths.
I first learned of labyrinths from Sue….I can’t remember her last name! but she taught theology at the University of Pittsburgh…and she spoke regularly at the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Ligonier Valley. I walked a labyrinth in Sue’s backyard, and I was struck by the way I was on a journey that was clearly marked out as my own, and others were on their journeys, and we had started our journeys at different times but it was impossible to see where each person was in relation to the center. We were simply moving. Toward the center. On our own.
Today, the labyrinth was difficult. It reminded me that I do not know exactly where my path is going. I do not even know where I am right now. I am moving and trusting that I am following the journey I am meant to follow.
I looked up on occasion as people walked through the rotunda, and several times I smiled a hello at a friend. They walked around the labyrinth to get to a classroom or another destination, while I slowly traced a path laid out for me on the canvas. I smiled, but I walked alone.
That struck me. These lonely journeys. Those smiles from across the way. The impossibility of fully walking in another’s shoes, but all of us knowing that impossibility. Maybe it’s that awareness that actually allows us to, indeed, know one another’s journeys, in some small way.
That’s the paradox. The universal that brings us together is our utter alone-ness.
This place is a place of peace in other ways.
Sister Margaret Gannon sent me this poem by one of my favorite authors, Madeleine L’Engle.
And my friend and colleague Melinda Krokus made nature mandalas with the students in her class.
Sister Margaret’s poem is right on. Somehow, good can happen in the midst of conflict. The system can be twisted and wrong, and still behavior within the system can be right and good. Christ doesn’t wait for peace.
I’m not actually Christian, so I’m using “Christ” kinda metaphorically there, to mean something like, “You gotta take peaceful loving action even when the world you’re in isn’t making it easy.” We can’t wait for perfection and then do the right thing. We gotta do the right thing all along.
I’m adding this part, these two months later. Here’s a photo I took from the labyrinth, looking up at the ceiling of the rotunda. I don’t know what I want to say about it. Maybe just leave it here to speak for itself.