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The Woman in the Moon
Winter, occupation, full moon.
I awoke one night to a bright light illuminating the tipi. My first thought was that the police had arrived for their nightly visit and body count. as I opened my eyes what I saw instead was the clear bluish orb of a full moon smiling down on my face, peeking through the smoke hole like a playful friend.
“The woman in the moon looked down from the moon
and sang her beautiful song
‘’tis time for all women on earth to know that they are strong."
My mother wrote this adaptation of the classic nursery rhyme and it is whispered in my mind every month when Moon reaches her fullest, smiling down on us like an indulgent and loving mother. The face of the moon really does bear a more feminine countenance, in my eyes, than the often quoted Man in the Moon we hear of as children. The rhyme is found in the classic, well known Mother Goose collection of poetry and rhyme. I was fortunate to have a mother who dared to challenge the linear patriarchal presentation of these tales and who taught me, as a young girl, to do the same.
On this night, as most nights, I was the only woman spending the night at the Occupy camp. It has taken me a while to notice this phenomenon. After all I tend to relate to people as people unless something draws my attention to an inequality or blatant discrimination. Recently as if by a subtle nudge from Spirit, the question of womens’ roles in the Occupy Movement or Process has been shining it’s light here and there, much like Mama Moon on that cold winter night. As she made her nightly journey across the heavens her appearance through the opening in the tipi was brief, but undeniable. “Wake up wake up”, she said, her smile mischeviously daring me to look, to think and to speak (or write) the Truth.
In the days that followed there She was again, as male Occupiers celebrated the “freedom” granted to women to prance topless at Occupy Wall Street. ‘#Boobies#OWS gets a thousand hits on twitter’.
“Whattya think of that?" She whispers. And I am reminded of the time my mother scoffed at the news coverage of women burning their bras over a garbage can as the flames danced within (they were steel in those days). “They’re missing the whole point” my Mother said sadly, as the women joyously yet bashfully dropped their lacy symbols of patriarchy into the flames, much to the delight of male onlookers.
Or the day when two Union reps, both men, came to visit the site, introduced themselves to everyone with a hand shake. Everyone, but me and the Schizophrenic Homeless man. “Speak up” She whispered in my ear. When I introduced myself, I was greeted with a slight nod of the head, a non-verbal, “ma’am”. Mama Moon shakes her head in wonder, where would these Union guys be without the support of their “Sisters”, Wives and Mothers.
When I read the article posted by an out of state occupier, again male, who visited the camp and interviewed us, Mama Moon was reading over my shoulder. The article mentioned or quoted everyone but me and, again, the schizophrenic homeless man. “He” (the Schizophrenic) “knows my language”, She whispers, “why do you think they call it Looney?" He has spoken great words of wisdom and beauty when his rapidly evolving mind allows for moments of clarity and peace, maybe he’s more like one of us. Brilliant, but frequently invisible.
I am beginning to feel invisible. I wonder, if I’d flung off my shirt and hurled my camisole into the campfire (I rarely wear a bra thanks to the women of the 60's and a genetic disposition for small breasts) if I would have received some sort of honorable mention.
I get that feeling, Ben! It's really refreshing to find people who are willing to take a personal, and even spiritual, approach to creating change.
Peace,
Jenny
Oh rant away Julie,
My blog posts are meant to be fuel for thought and discussion! I agree with what you say. When my son was a baby I remember a shocking moment when I realized that the draft could be reinstated at some day and he would be vulnerable. When he turned 18 and applied for student financial aid, they made him register for selective service, ugh...
I think many people, both Men and women have lost our way and have become too detached from the rhythms of Nature and Life.For many of us the communities we are forming through Occupy are re-learning the significance of living in a Natural state which fosters sustainable and respectful actions.
Thanks for your comment! Keep up the good work!
Peace,
Jenny
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