Crone in Corrogue: Wild Wisdom of the Elder Years
Glorying in the elder years, a time of spirituality, service and some serious sacred activism
A Day Without Women
My call from the springtime fastness of Corrogue this International Women's Day. Giving voice and presence to this day of action.
The Day Without Women
8th March 2017
Do you feel the throbbing presence
in the absence
at desks, shop tills, the echoing corridors?
Is it less quiet on
this Day of Disquiet
for the mostly silenced majority?
Do you miss the scent of a woman
in fresh laundry, scoured toilet, the refuse
replaced with the smell of order.
Do you taste our juicy stew and dumplings
simmering in the crock pot for 6pm,
the cinnamon sweet apple crumble in the oven?
What do you see today in this
sea of red shoes, shirts, scarves,
What came first –
the rooster, the hen or the egg?
Well, surely, the egg!
Nestled in my great, great grandmother’s belly
was the ova of this discontent
dreaming of parting a path
on this See Red Day
towards the promised land of equality
for Sarah, for Hagar, for Eve and Lilith,
for all their daughters.
for you, girlfriend, and for me.
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