Sunday, May 13, 2012
Julia is most often remembered as penning the words to the Battle Hymn of the Republic. She was a powerful and courageous woman. A significant social activist for her time. As a Civil War historian, reenactor and musician, I have a profound connection to that particular piece of music on many levels and I personally honor her deeply. However, my admiration of this piece does not come close to affecting me as much as her earnest, vital, public outcry of sorrow and grief that women share for their sons and each other’s sons who fight, kill and are killed in wars. She called for an end to the carnage and petitioned for peace.
Her proclamation for “Mother’s Day” was not about being caught in the jaws of consumerism or investing in huge corporations like Hallmark, Applebee’s or Jared’s. Nor was it connected to cut and deliver millions of colorful flowers or bright foil wrapped candy. It was a call for women of all nations to join together in the name of peace. The Civil War resulted in unimaginable death and destruction, post trauma and a devastating wound to heal. The Franco-Prussian War in Europe brought about concerns, inspiring Julia’s call to all mothers – her proclamation for peace in the name of motherhood.
Arise, then, women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts, whether your baptism be that of water or tears!
Say firmly: "We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have taught them of charity, mercy and patience. We women of one country will be too tender of those of another to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."
From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!"
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession. As men have often forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summons of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first, as women, to bewail & commemorate the dead. Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means whereby the great human family can live in peace, each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesars but of God.
In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a general congress of women without limit of nationality may be appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement of international questions, the great and general interests of peace.
Julia Ward Howe, Boston, 1870
Mother's Day Proclamation, Nuclear Age Peace Foundation
< http://www.wagingpeace.org/articles/0000/1870_howe_mothers-day.htm >.
Monday, May 7, 2012
My mother said that the hummingbirds have returned. It shouldn’t surprise me, but it did; everything has bloomed sooner than usual. I usually see the hummingbirds for the first time each season when the apple blossoms are in their final phase, which is not the case yet.
I try not to be greedy, but there are certain times when I cannot help myself. It seems I cannot get enough of these extraordinary birds, always eager for their arrival and melancholic at their departure. I hang several feeders around the property concentrating on the area near the front porch so that I can sit and watch them [a sort of addiction].
I have a handful of small feeders that look like jewels that I drape over pine branches on the edge of the woods. The tiny birds get braver as the summer goes on and they come very close to me. One time a hummingbird hovered directly in front of me and we simply looked at each other for a good eight seconds, which is an eternity in miracle time.
So yesterday I made a batch of nectar and retrieved the feeders from storage, filled and hung them. While I was gathering violets, strawberry leaves, dandelion roots and greens, I kept an eye out for a sign of the tiny, remarkable creatures. Although I didn’t see one, the brightly colored butterflies, moths and chunky bumble bees were joyfully plentiful.
Last year I had a few black bear encounters. This year I took down my winter bird feeders in April to avoid attracting the magnificent hungry beasts. Even though I absolutely adore them, it is best for all to take necessary measures to maintain clear boundaries if possible. The ending can be risky for one of the two involved if we (humans) are careless and leave garbage, black oil seed feeders or other temptations out for their consumption.
I haven’t really had many problems with the hummingbird feeders in regards to bears, at least until now. This morning when I looked out the window, I saw two feeders torn apart and laying about on the ground. This is the first evidence of the bears returning after the long, peculiar winter. One of the feeders is broken but the other was simply empty.
It’s a fine line. Isn’t it?
Journal: Babies Breath