In an article, Dig Deep: Beyond Lean In, Bell Hooks highlights the ‘faux feminism’ of Sheryl Sandberg, chief Operating Officer of Facebook:
“Clearly, Sandberg, with her website and her foundation, has many female followers. Long before she was chosen by conservative mass media as the new face of faux feminism, she had her followers. This is why I chose to call my response “dig deep,” for it is only as we place her in the overall frame of female cultural icons that we can truly unpack and understand why she has been chosen and lifted up in the neo-liberal marketplace. Importantly, whether feminist or not, we all need to remember that visionary feminist goal which is not of a women running the world as is, but a women doing our part to change the world so that freedom and justice, the opportunity to have optimal well-being, can be equally shared by everyone – female and male.”
It struck me that this had truth value for our approach to any of the issues that society faces. If our approach is not profoundly oriented to an on-going inner listening and the personal change required of each of us toward greater ‘wholeness’, holiness, we just stir the mud. We need to need to ‘Dig Deep’ beyond even our personal soul to the place where we are consciously One being and each uniquely bringing our singular beauty into the world. This can change the world so that freedom and justice, the opportunity to have optimal well-being, can be shared by every ‘thing’ – human and non-human.
I went to Mass this Saturday morning. Drank in the little Church’s cool, dim, quiet interior; sun streaming through stain glass a coloured mosaic of light on bare walls. Only about twenty old ones here and there: Reverend, knowing the forms implicitly, intimate to themselves, each other and God. The priest, a holy man, celebrating the Mass yet again. An eternal rhythm, a sacramental offering for those who have eyes to see, ears to hear. It is the difference between a lived tradition and Colm Toibin’s reduction of it all in ‘The Testament of Mary’, to nothing. Yet nothing is excluded in the fullness of being in ceaseless flow.
“i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendour and squalor of hurrying cities
—i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth’s own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope, and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
—i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring, i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)”
I in me
Would let you be
And pass you by
on the other side.
You in me
Would let me be
I knows not where
Me daresn’t care
Lest I finds me
And loses you.
You’re it to I
And you in me
If I were you
Would you be me?
For Behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: and the former shall not be remembered, nor come to mind. Isaiah: 65 v 17