#whitecatgrove

libramoon@diaspora.glasswings.com

https://whitecatgrove.wordpress.com/2024/01/20/welcome-the-stranger-what-i-wish-unitarian-universalists-knew-about-pagans/

Welcome the stranger: What I wish Unitarian Universalists knew about #Pagans
Posted on January 20, 2024 by #whitecatgrove

..." it’s so rare in this world to feel truly welcome – to feel like our arrival brings pleasure. All too often, the newness of arrival brings a subtle tremble, an inner anxiety: How will this encounter go? Are they, am I, friend or foe? We scan for lapses in hospitality, the slight hand-gesture that may harbinger the drawn sword.

Constantly scanning for enemies is a pretty shitty way to live, overall. If we want to create a different world, a partnership world, we must offer the cup of welcome: to show the guest – a word that originally meant “stranger” – that their coming is much desired.
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in the spirit of understanding, I will offer the below; think of it as a 201 course in Understanding the Pagans in Your Midst.
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libramoon@diaspora.glasswings.com

https://whitecatgrove.wordpress.com/2013/01/12/of-freedom-guns-and-war/

OF #FREEDOM, #GUNS AND #WAR
Posted on January 12, 2013 by #whitecatgrove

..."Interestingly, the concept of #soldier is essentially tied to that of #capitalism. It derives from Latin, meaning “one who is paid,” i.e., an employee — distinguishing a soldier from a #warrior who, in some senses, fights for honor or pride. Warriors are, at the root of it, people who engage in war. And what does war mean? According to the handy online etymological dictionary, there was no common Germanic root for the word, and thus no Proto-Indo-European one. “Cognates suggest the original sense was ‘to bring into confusion,'” Douglas Harper writes.

Ah. In the root, we find the truth. War is a mass of confusion. It rips the sense out of the world. Just as a gun does when turned on a classroom of first-graders, or an English language class in a local immigrant center, or any other episode of casual or organized violence you care to cite.

And why, then, is having a weapon freedom? And what is freedom, anyway?
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Freedom is not force; it is not the ability to take the choices of others away so you can exercise your whim and will. Freedom is joyful, willing obligation and responsibility.

Those who are free are not the soldiers or the warriors. I am reminded of Gandhi on his hunger strikes, the many women and men who were beaten for the right to sit at the lunch counter, or the front of the bus, or to vote. I am reminded of Martin Luther King Jr. at the end of a gun-barrel. Those who give their lives to extend the community of care to all involved are the truly free, because you cannot chain them with force. You can beat, threaten, shoot, kill, but they remain essentially free. "...

libramoon@diaspora.glasswings.com

https://whitecatgrove.wordpress.com/2023/12/03/poem-deer-singing/

#POEM: DEER-SINGING

Posted on December 3, 2023 by #whitecatgrove

"I sing the prayers, you turn your face to me
night-eyed, ears fanned, and you listen. A stamp
for a stanza, your hoof against the earth,
regarding this strange phenomena:
a woman singing a prayer to you
as the oak leaves drift in their gentle rain.

My father shoots deer, stuffs the freezer
with them, my mother cooks them in a stew.
I sing to them and let them be, and so
we have a better relationship.
The turkey did a gentleman’s strut
outside the kitchen and I admired, charmed,

waiting for the butler to present
a calling card on a silver tray.
I eat flesh as health requires, but I don’t
gobble the world, I let the other be
offer up songs and an admiring eye.
Sometimes they sing back and stamp their feet."