It’s a Long Way to Richmond

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When you’re fighting evil, everything matters.

How you greet the liminal time between night and dawn when you wake up to make coffee, slip on your bathrobe, and start the oatmeal:  that matters.

How you scrape the catfood into the cats’ dishes while the coffee grinds:  that matters.

How you wrap a scarf around your neck even though what you’ve been taught is to ignore the needs of your body:  that matters.

How you say hello and stop to chat with the guy selling chestnuts, or the lady sweeping up the lobby, or the kid playing the guitar outside the subway:  that matters.

You can do it like a priestess, or you can go home.  You can do it as if the beautiful divine touches each of us, or you can go home.  You can do it wrapped in the awareness that it’s all real, or you can go home.

When you’re fighting evil, everything matters.

The antique store becomes a temple.

The James River becomes the flooded flats of Somerset, the water around the Tor, and its own place once tinctured with blood, the river of brother against brother.

The oyster bar becomes the stage for the great rite.

The golden ginkgo leaves, inches thick on the ground, scattered loose on the sarcophagus, and dangling from the tree become a symbol of the Wheel of the Year because wherever you go, there you  are.

You can do it like a priestess, or you can go home.  You can do it as if the beautiful divine touches each of us, or you can go home.  You can do it wrapped in the awareness that it’s all real, or you can go home.

When you’re fighting evil, everything matters.

How you write the postcard to an Alabama voter:  that matters.

How you help an old woman or a young student get an ID:  that matters.

How you protest at a town hall:  that matters.

How you stand up to sexism at work:  that matters.

You can do it like a priestess, or you can go home.  You can do it as if the beautiful divine touches each of us, or you can go home.  You can do it wrapped in the awareness that it’s all real, or you can go home.

Photo by Greenman.

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5 responses to “It’s a Long Way to Richmond

  1. Tonight – first freeze of the Season here. Ripped up chicken and bits and pieces and ends of veggies – DH took them across the street to the Greenbelt. Figure a huge bowl full will help some little creatures and maybe some of the bigger ones get through the night. Will be putting out nuts and bits of old bread for the birds and squirrels in the morning. Did you watch the video of the young man who saved a wild bunny from the California fire? It was indeed magic. All those caught in that fire needs Deep Strong and Good Magic! Lighting candles and thinking watery rainy thoughts for the West tonight. BTW — now six Dems have stood up to take on the Governor in the election.

  2. I like this a lot. Thank you.

  3. This is so beautiful, so good and right. Thank you.

  4. I don’t pray, or consider what I do praying, but now that you mention it, every postcard I wrote to Alabama was a prayer. Driving with two colleagues to Framingham to learn how to convene a Democratic town caucus — that was a prayer, and so were the conversations we had going to and from. I’m going to be thinking of these things differently, I do believe . . .

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