Friday, September 23, 2016
After teaching women's studies for so many years, this poem really spoke to me. I heard versions of this many times indeed.
Also, I heard Gloria Steinam speak recently and this took me back to the beginnings of the women's movement. I was amazed when younger women asked, 'What was a Bunny Club'"? I am thinking about writing a guidebook for the younger generation to help them understand what things were like earlier.
Personally, I feel that studying such areas as gender studies, the Great Mother, When God Was a Woman, intuitive vs. active and so forth were important preparations for the discovery of the Divine Feminine later. Ultimately, for me, that revelation was through Kundalini Awakening, for I think that Kundalini is the ultimate feminine energy that flows through us and the entire universe. Another name for this phenomenon is "Love." (See "Unmasking the Rose: A Record of a Kundalini Initiation" on Amazon.)
Clara: In the Post Office
by Linda Hasselstrom
I keep telling you, I’m not a feminist.
I grew up an only child on a ranch,
so I drove tractors, learned to ride.
When the truck wouldn’t start, I went to town
for parts. The man behind the counter
told me I couldn’t rebuild a carburetor.
I could: every carburetor on the place. That’s
necessity, not feminism.
I learned to do the books
after my husband left me and the debts
and the children. I shoveled snow and pitched hay
when the hired man didn’t come to work.
I learned how to pull a calf
when the vet was too busy. As I thought,
the cow did most of it herself; they’ve been
birthing alone for ten thousand years. Does
that make them feminists?
that I don’t like men; I love them—when I can.
But I’ve stopped counting on them
to change my flats or open my doors.
That’s not feminism; that’s just good sense.
"Clara: In the Post Office" by Linda Hasselstrom