May 20 2008 First post!
This is my ﬁrst post – it feels a little strange to be writing it, since my web
person Susan Elena and myself are engaged in a deliberately (on my part)
slow process of stocking the site with articles, column, serialised new work,
quotes etc etc - and we are currently lurking in a tiny corner of
unpromoted cyberspace, not expecting anyone to ﬁnd or comment on the
site for – probably – several months. I have a running joke with friends that
I will then begin broadcasting to the world/three people in Outer Mongolia,
as the case may be. If you are one of the Outer Mongolian Three I would
love to hear from you in due course!
Since my aim is to inspire, how about this quote which I came across today
in my reading hour :
“….in this journey of the spirit, I and others still walk that steep uphill
road….And all our religious ediﬁces, which serve ﬁrst as staffs to help us on
our way, in the end become crutches which we must discard….And the
doctrines which we espouse and which we hold dear are only smooth
shining stones which we pick up on the road and place in our baggage.
With each new dogma and doctrine, the baggage grows heavier, until we
discard these pebbles, one by one, leaving them on the roadside for others
to ﬁnd and carry a little further. And in the end we have need of neither
doctrine nor creed, nor to name that which we worship – for it is beyond all
image and words….”
(pp 120-121 Women in Search of the Sacred by Anne Bancroft (Penguin
27 June 2008
I know I don’t aim to post anything else until the autumn, but couldn’t resist this! Says most of it, don’t you think?
Betsy Bugs, that’s us….
“ Poor little old human beings – they’re jerked into this world without having any idea where they came from or what it is they are supposed to do, or how long they have to do it in. Or where they are gonna wind up after that. But bless their hearts, most of them wake up every morning and keep on trying to make some sense out of it. Why, you can’t help but love them, can you? I just wonder why more of them aren’t as crazy as betsy bugs. ”
Aunt Elner, 1978
(quote from “Welcome to the World, Baby Girl!” by Fannie Flagg)