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JOY … in celebrating my spiritual mother

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Pearl Buck circa 1972 courtesy of Dutch National Archives, The Hague under CC BY-SA 3.0 nl license I give you the books I’ve made,Body and soul, bled and flayed.Yet the essence they containIn one poem is made plain,In one poem is made clear:On this earth, through far or near,Without love there’s only fear. Essence by Pearl Buck Yesterday was the anniversary of Pearl Buck’s birth. She was the founder ofWelcome House for the adoption of mixed-race children, thought in her day to be unadoptable. I consider her my spiritual mother. “. . . the test of a civilization is the way that it cares for its helpless members.” Pearl Buck (1892-1973). Pearl Buck was an American novelist, writer, poet, activist, and humanitarian and the first woman to be awarded the N

Joy … in ancestral memory

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"The past could be jettisoned ... but the seeds got carried." Joan Dideon, Where I Was From out of the womb of Time they slidepeasants and kings, artisans and queensmurders, warriors, healers, peacemakersthe mothers and grandmotherson whose shoulders we stand they are with us, their spirits sensedthough unseentheir hearts are in our mouthsas they guard and guide feet rooted in the mud of Earthwe drink the wine, eat the rootsand sing the songs we inheritedtheir sayings are our sayingstheir voices are our voicescarried on breezeslike the music of cathedral bellslike the call of the muezzinthey chime and summonthey sum what came before from their gnosiswhispered in the ear of silencewe learn: we are nameless but not lostwe too shall echoshall be the shouldersshal...

JOY … in our own separate peace

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"I think this to myself even though I love my daughter. She and I have shared the same body. There is a part of her mind that is a part of mine. But when she was born she sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since. All her life, I have watched her as though from another shore.” Amy Tan, The Joy Luck Club Note: Sunday was Mothers' Day in the U.S..  ♥ Belated but sincere Happy Mothers’ Day to all the mothers and to all the dads, aunts, uncles, grandparents and older siblings who are covering for moms who are gone.♥ sometimes ...near impossible to see past the manic crowdsor to lift our eyes to look at the wholesometrees inscribing their calm upon the sky sometimes ...we record our fears with writing utensils,call them weapons, c