Saturday, June 23, 2012

"… things lost in the psyche are all still there.  So too, this well of instinctual intuition has never been lost, and whatever is covered over can be brought back out again."  [1]


Requiem for the Fourteenth Grandmother.  Part I

The documentary film, “For the Next 7 Generations,” examines the work of thirteen wise women or grandmothers who are using their collective folk wisdom to spread peace and understanding throughout the world.[2]
The cultures represented by the Thirteen Grandmothers are as disparate as the Maya, Lakota, Inuit and Tibetan.  The women wear their traditional ethnic costumes as they travel, meeting and speaking with international leaders and their representatives.  Yet, neither European women, nor any North American women of European heritage, are included. 
An American woman at a recent showing of the film commented on this absence and asked why no women of Western European origin had been included in either the film or the discussion panel which followed it.  Her question generated a lively discussion of what might be called Euro-Woman and her place - or lack of it - in the global community of women.  In the end, there was an uncomfortable consensus that she didn't quite fit in, but no one could explain exactly why that was so, other than that she wasn't "indigenous." 
This begs the question of how useful it is to make longevity in place - the underlying definition of indigenous - the critical characteristic when gathering the wisdom of women from around the world. 
Euro-Woman shares the need expressed by the Thirteen Grandmothers to recover her ancestral ways of prayer, peacemaking, and healing, not just for her own well-being, but because the world needs them.  Indeed, she - and the world - hunger for it. 
This hunger is evident when Euro-Women in great numbers show up at medicine wheels, pow-wows and other indigenous gatherings.  Noting this, one Lakota woman asked a friend why white people “always suck up to us Indians.” To which her friend answered, "because all of our medicine women were killed.”
The sobering fact is that the Wise Women of Western Europe and North America were indeed killed and with them their wisdom and traditions, victims of the witch hunts and the scientific revolution of the fifteenth and sixteen centuries.  Not all of them, however, were eliminated.  Those medicine women who survived the European witch-hunts were – like Persephone - driven underground.  As a result, their daughters have been allowed – even forced – to forget their heritage, or to regard it as an amusing remnant of the past, similar to witches' costumes on Hallowe’en, Mummers' parades, Maypoles, or Easter bunnies.  Disconnected from their roots in traditional lore these things seem quaint, not to be taken seriously.  And yet, they persist.
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In the wake of increasing computerization, Euro-Woman's daughters are experiencing a hunger, a yearning for a return to traditional ways that is evidenced by the revival of such women's skills as needlework, herbalism, and food-ways.  Their attendance at women’s healing circles is further testimony to the need to return to a traditional, goddess-based, conception of human society and behavior.
Yet, for many women, the post-feminist revival of such wise-woman practices as goddess worship and witchcraft has not fully satisfied the need.   Euro-Women no longer have their time-honored talismans, the costumes, beads, feathers, and drums of their ancestors and have had to reinvent them.  As a result, these retrospective gatherings and ceremonies often feel flat, lacking the depth of ancestral beliefs that only time can provide
The rise of domestic goddesses like Martha Stewart or Rachel Ray offers further evidence of this yearning, however much the media version of domesticity may have distorted the essence of Goddesses like Hestia, Ceres, Demeter, or Bridget that fuels their popularity.  Similarly, their herbal lore has not so much been handed down as recreated, and has been rapidly co-opted by big business under the aegis of 'nutraceuticals.' 
Euro-Women have no traditional costumes that identify them among the community of women.  High heels, tweed blazers and briefcases have displaced the kirtl, apron, and cauldron as Euro-Woman has abandoned her place at the hearth and taken one in the market place.  At first glance it would seem that all our medicine women have indeed been killed.  However, if they have only been driven underground, there is hope for their resurrection.  Like Persephone, they may return, if only for half of the year. 
The purpose of this essay is to examine the remnants of the ancient culture of Euro-Woman, in the hopes of resurrecting it and restoring her to her rightful place among the Grandmothers.  To begin that restoration, it is important to understand the process by which Euro-Woman lost her identity in the first place.
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There clearly was an indigenous culture of wise women in Europe, as is evidenced by the strength with which it was suppressed.  Two forces in the early modern period [c. 1500 to 1800 AD] were strong factors in its demise.  The first was the religious upheaval of the Reformation along with its antithesis, the Counter-Reformation, in which the Roman church struggled to retain its primacy against the rise of Protestantism.  The second was the struggle of the scientific rationalists to gain equal standing within a culture dominated by theologians.  The wise-woman healer was the victim of each.
In the end, the combination of the imperial intentions of the Medieval Church and the Scientific Revolution’s rationalization of thought and information united to repress and even annihilate such women.  Hundreds of women were hung or burned as witches in the pivotal period in which magic, science, and religion struggled for political and intellectual position in the rapidly changing culture of Europe.[3]
Women's use of natural herbs and roots threatened the rise of scientific medicines.  Although the church attributed the success of women’s herbal medicine to collaboration with the devil, a self-serving accusation, it was not so much in support of the scientists, but because the very existence of women threatened the newly formulated doctrine of celibacy. 
In order to impose that doctrine on its clergy, the church had to wage an intellectual war of public relations against human sexuality.  The task of convincing young males to adopt a life of celibacy was a daunting one and the Church mounted a massive public relations campaign against women that persists to this day.  The most effective method of doing this was to denigrate women and the attraction they naturally hold for most men. 
Celibacy became the higher path in life for men, at least for the clergy.  The rise of the Virgin Mother as the ideal woman was the ironic matrix against which this took place.  Although marriage and motherhood were sanctioned by the church, sexuality was not. 
The Cult of the Virgin, ostensibly an elevation of Mary, the mother of Jesus, to a place above the Saints and Angels, intensified this marginalization by creating the dichotomy of the virgin and the whore.[4]  If virginity was the ideal, then – for real women, at least – motherhood was tantamount to whoredom.  By focusing so intently on Mary's virginity, and by setting her up as a role model, the Church was able to deem women with normal sexual lives sinful, and to exalt the celibate state for men.[5]  It was in this period that Mary Magdalene, about whom the Bible actually says very little, was redefined as a prostitute.  The only hope for a woman lay in the convent where nuns lived apart from the rest of the community in perpetual virginity.  Throughout the Middle Ages these views combined to marginalize women.
The very language of Christendom reinforced this denigration of women.  There is a legend, for example, that Jesuits entering a church were trained to wipe the seats of the pews after a woman had sat down, lest her evil qualities afflict them.  The creation of such myths as the succubae, seductive female entities who visited men in their dreams, was a convenient way to blame women for causing otherwise chaste men to have sexual dreams that were beyond their control.[6] 
 The value of women’s ceremonies and celebrations paled against the Rites and Rituals of a patriarchal Church.  Home-based ceremonies based on the Passover Seder were swept away as high church liturgies dominated the religious life of towns and cities.
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Learning from the model provided by the Church, the secular rationalists waged a methodological war on the women's gifts of intuition and tradition as they attempted to raise Science to the status already held by Theology.  Potions, nostrums, and tisanes, the healing tools of the wise woman, were increasingly disdained as male scientists isolated the active ingredients in common herbs and roots, thereby co-opting them as ‘medicines’ which required that they be prescribed by a trained physician.  Healers who lacked such training were redefined as quacks or frauds. 
Women's intuitive approach to healing, because it did not lend itself to scientific investigation, was gradually degraded as unscientific or non-existent.  Women, by virtue of their degraded status, were then denied the scientific training and the new information it provided.  Science - like Theology -became the domain of men, while women's skills were disdained as witchcraft or demonology.[7]
These twin processes of denigration and annihilation culminated in the witch trials of the 17th century in both Europe and America.  Those women who were not killed as witches gave up their healing practices or were driven underground. 
It is hard to recognize the remnants of our traditions in a world of cell phones, chat rooms, and microwave cooking.  Nevertheless, there is evidence that remnants of that culture are still with us.  Industrial/commercial overlays mask the folkish roots of our traditions.  Yet, they are woven into our folk and fairy tales, our holidays, festivals, and food ways.  
They remain in those quirky habits of Italian and Jewish great- grandmothers, for example, who tie a red ribbon on the crib of a newborn to keep the evil spirits away, or knock on wood and say, “Gahfabid” [God forbid] or “Kunna Hurra” [Yiddish: Kein ein hora].  Both of these traditions involve tying a red ribbon on the baby’s crib to ward off evil spirits.  The Yiddish words, meaning "no evil eye," are used when someone compliments the baby.  Similarly, the Italian "God forbid" and knocking are designed to negate or drown out a compliment paid to the baby lest the spirits become envious.  Other childbirth traditions include the Christian precept that mother and child do not leave the house until the baby is baptized, again protecting the infant from evil spirits before his soul has been protected. 
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Euro-Woman as wise woman disappeared from European culture, so much so that today, even other women do not recognize her as a kindred spirit.  She has had her traditions ignored, not only by those men who set the rules for church and science, but also by her sisters among indigenous women like those who constitute the Grandmothers Council; worst of all, she herself has accepted the belief that there is no indigenous women’s culture in the west.  And yet....
The exclusion of Euro-Woman and her cultures from such an important undertaking as the Thirteen Grandmothers’s crusade for global peace creates a ‘we/they’ situation in which 'you white women' are seen as somehow usurping the culture of the indigenous women of the Council.  But if the Council is truly in a quest for peace and understanding, such an exclusion is counterproductive.  It is also a misreading of our mutual history.
Paraphrasing a Jungian concept, Clarissa Pinkola Estes notes that, "things lost in the psyche are all still there."[8]  It is quite possible that for Euro-Woman the culture of our grandmothers has never been totally lost, and - more importantly - that whatever is covered over can indeed be brought back out again.  It is here that we can begin to locate the remnants of our traditional culture.  Like archeologists, we must uncover our culture, shard by shard, image by image, and restore it, rather than adopting the culture of others. 




[1] Carl Jung, paraphrased by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with the Wolves, NY: Ballantine/ Bertelsmann 1992, 1996, P. 83.
[2] Their first major gathering was in 2004.  In attendance were Gloria Steinem, Alice Walker and Helena Norberg-Hodge [see Shambhala Catalog. Fall/Winter 2009, p. 31]
[3] For more on the anomaly of tribes annihilating their own women, see Leonard Shlain, The Alphabet vs the Goddess.
[4] The Church distinguishes between virginity and celibacy.  Although the highest ideal may be perpetual virginity, that status is primarily reserved to women.  The panoply of female saints is replete with women who - like the virgin/martyr Saint Agnes - were canonized precisely because they defended their virginity, defying parental or other pressures for them to marry, and giving up their lives in the process. The male version of the saintly tale begins with a dissolute life as a soldier or a knight in which wine, women, and song predominate.  This tale culminates in a spiritual conversion, with the canonization of the now-reformed man as a saint of the Church.  See for example the life of Saint Ignatius.
[5] A survey of the language of the prayers of the Roman Church reveals that the word 'virgin' is used consistently in referring to the Mother of Jesus, as well as to other holy women of the early Church.  Given the theological precept that Jesus never married, and is presumed to have had no sexual relations with women, it is significant that the word virgin is never used in conjunction with him, nor with any of the male Disciples who followed him.  Within the Church there is a significant distinction between celibacy and virginity.  The first is a choice, the second is a physical state.  Males could - and did - lose their virginity in their profligate youth, only to recover [wc] later and take a vow of celibacy.  For females, the preferred state was absolute virginity.
[6] The male version of this 'demon' was the incubus/incubi.  Both of these were sexual dreams or nightmares that visited the sleeping Christian, doing things that the waking person would never do.
[7] It is interesting to note the origin of the word witch, which derived from the word 'wit' or wisdom.  Estes p. 97.
[8] Estes, Clarissa Pinkola.  Women Who Run with the Wolves, NY: Ballantine/ Bertelsmann 1992, 1996 p 83.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

A Home is More than a House



A Home is More Than a House

It is an extension of oneself and should be cherished as such. 

When I was selling my house several years ago, I spent an inordinate amount of time decorating it so that it would appeal to the unknown buyer who would make it financially possible for me to move to the Poconos and retire. 

I simmered nutmeg and ginger on the stove every day to hint at baking and domesticity.  I placed huge, beautifully-illustrated tomes on the coffee table to suggest literary leisure as a way of life that came with the house.  I placed flowers in a white milk glass jelly jar in the middle of the kitchen table in a tribute to homeliness and an agrarian way of life.  I even color-coordinated rooms that had been thrown together color-wise for the entire time of my sojourn in the house. 

I was warned that all this was unnecessary, that the buyer would not be seeing what I was choreographing, but would see rather the ‘bones’ of the house.  Nevertheless, I persisted in creating this faux image in a house that had – in its original state - served me well for many years.  Because of [or despite] my efforts at simulating a lifestyle, the house did sell; the new buyers seemed very pleased with their purchase, and we moved on. 

I’m told that within six months, the buyers had taken it all apart and redone it in their own image.  My cross-and-bible colonial front door?  Gone.  Replaced by a dark oak door with a stained glass oval insert.  The dogwood tree and the hosta that my children called ‘the back to school flowers’ surrounding it?  Also gone.  The shed that had been custom-built as a miniature version of the house?  Dismantled and sent to the dumps.  The ivy that had been in large vases on the altar when I married, then planted around the front borders when we moved to the house, was pulled up and discarded overnight.

Given the amount of change that they imposed on it, I have to wonder what it was about the house that had caught the buyers’ fancy in the first place.  Since they had rejected the very things that made the house stand out from its neighbors on the suburban street, their selection was a mystery to me.

What lesson can I take from this?  I haven’t a clue.  Were I to attempt to sell another house, I would probably do the same things.  But I suspect that somewhere within the buyer in all of us is a need to make the house our own.  And only by eradicating those things that meant so much to a former owner can we accomplish that.

I wish the new owners well.  I only wish I had been able to bring with me a few sprigs of the ivy and a pot filled with hostas.  But, I will now have to make a new and different mark on my home in the Poconos. 

The things they discarded were remnants of my younger days.  My Pocono memories will be based on a different set of experiences.