Windy ancient feeling this morning. I made my way through the joggers to get into the thick canopies of leaves in the park. I have to find a forest to hide in. It really is like escaping into the womb. The undulating waves of leaves remind me of the soft wall of a woman, who lets her lover cross the border.
Isn’t that the antidote for today’s violence? No wonder the hippies kept shouting “Peace and Love.” The invitation to that erotic burst of the senses seems to break down the nations and corporations and churches and armies - those wall-makers that give us the perma-wars, the racist occupation of our cities, the fossil fuel extraction from the Earth…
We worry that we can't counter these dark forces, but then I see all these mothers and children. When a mother-to-be accepts the love and that seed comes alive, then her body’s safety surrounds the new life. This is a secure peace directly from love. Mothers push their babies down the sidewalks, and that love is already out in the violence, but a small, portable space where the official madness cannot reach.
We know that violence awaits the children as they grow up. Peace through hate, the current American policy in the world, awaits us all. That ‘s where Mother’s Day comes in. Founded by Julia Ward Howe in the 1880’s, this day was an activist push for peace by women. Oh, the fingers and tongues in the leaves of the forest!