Alice in Mexico

There is a bargain bookstore close to my house, and that is indeed a good thing. I had some time to kill yesterday and found myself perusing its shelves. On my way to the counter with a David Sedaris book, half hidden behind a sign was a book of poems by Alice Walker. Her first in 10 years. She told her friends she “would probably not be writing anything more.” When they asked what she would do, she replied, “I would like to become a wandering inspiration.”

Alice and her daughter were living in their house on the central coast in Mexico during 9/11. This collection of poems poured out of her shortly therafter, dismayed that “once again whatever questions had been raised were to be answered by war.”

Alice has spent time studying the herbs of the Earth and their properties, including partaking in many Ayuascha ceremonies and eating magic mushrooms. She explains that until about 500 years ago, all peoples used the Earths herbs to commmune with the spirit world.

If you are into poetry, I highly recommend Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth. Alice is a true heroine to me and an immensely gifted writer and teacher.

Here is one of my favorite poems from the collection.

The Breath of the Feminine

Smoking
In boardrooms
Eating
Carrion
At thirty thousand
Feet

Still
Remember
Before foulness
Becomes
Inseparable
From air:

The breath
Of the Feminine
Is sweet.

The New and Improved Crusades

I live in the Bible Belt. I imagine it to be a real fancy and outlandish belt, like one worn by a princess whose job it is to look pretty and be agreeable, always glistening like cut glass in tar.

I have been around Christian people my whole life; my grandmother was an Eastern Star woman, who wore a dove pin on her shoulder and open heart on her sleeve. She was a true example of a good Christian woman, leaving judgment in the hands of her creator and extending love to all, no matter their religion, sexual orientation, or alternate belief systems. The main lesson I learned from Grandma Rae was to refrain from judging others and to remain compassionate, no matter the situation. She has said to me more than once, “What would Jesus do?”

These are hard lessons, and maintaining compassion in the face of hatred is something I will probably never master, but I try. I am a hedonist, after all, as well as a buddhist, taoist, pagan, and agnostic, all at the same time and sometimes none of them at all. Mostly, I believe that every being deserves respect and dignity. However, I am finding it extremely difficult to extend this compassion and non-judgement to my closed-minded, Bible thumping brothers and sisters who are praising a system that wants to rid the world of anyone not like them.

Jesus IS just all right, but the present day Crusades our moronic administration is conducting has suddenly turned our Christian country into a swarm of obedient and mindless consumers of hate. And proud of it. I see stickers on more than half of the bumpers parked in every church lot from here to Charleston. Please explain to me the idea of war (an unjustified one, at that) in the name of Christianity. I know, I know…they have been married for thousands of years, but it is high time for a divorce.

I have always looked upon this Bible Belt from afar, like a mischievous gypsy observing those faraway lands in her crystal ball. Now, I am IN the crystal ball, and I want to help change the course of the future from hate to at least compassion. For EVERYBODY, including gay, Muslim, Jewish, and even unmarried fornicators like me.

With that said, I keep this quote in mind, by C.P. Snow, an English novelist and scientist:
When you think of the long and gloomy history of man, you will find more hideous crimes have been committed in the name of obedience than have ever been committed in the name of rebellion.”