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Bread & Roses

 

 


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Yesterday my memory flooded with the voice of Judy Collins singing the song “Bread and Roses.” When I was a young woman, I listened to her clear voice over and over again.  The poem for this song was written by James Oppenheim, inspired by a 1912 Speech by women’s labor leader Rose Schneiderman, and later put to music by Mimi Farina.  

“What the woman who labors wants is the right to live, not simply exist- the right to life as the rich woman has the right to life, and the sun and music and art.  You have nothing that the humblest worker has not the right to have also.  The worker must have bread, but she must have roses too.  Help, you women of privilege, give her the ballot to fight with.” ~Rose Schneiderman, 1912

Here is Judy Collins Singing

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Bread & Roses Lyrics

As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing, bread and roses, bread and roses.

As we come marching, marching, we battle too, for men,
For they are in the struggle and together we shall win.
Our days shall not be sweated from birth until life closes,
Hearts starve as well as bodies, give us bread, but give us roses.

As we come marching, marching, un-numbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient call for bread,
Small art and love and beauty their trudging spirits knew
Yes, it is bread we. fight for, but we fight for roses, too.

As we go marching, marching, we’re standing proud and tall.
The rising of the women means the rising of us all.
No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes,
But a sharing of life’s glories, bread and roses, bread and roses.

~I created these blessings in hopes to support the heart’s need for beauty, love, tenderness, courage, resilience & care.  xxx

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Wishing you Love & Joy & Strong, Beautiful, Resilient & Devoted Hearts,  Ingrid

Together we are more

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I wrote this poem a few days after the election, after visiting with friends over a modest dinner of scrambled eggs… I hope it gives you comfort in these turbulent times.

Together We Are More

There are rooms
and corners, still,
where neighbors gather
in the restless pull of oneness,
the resilience of love.
We come together humbled,
astonished, curious, alive,
& looking for the good.
Some are weary,
others overflowing,
and still, there is kindness,
a quiet belonging,
listening, pardon, warmth…
work that must be done.

Let us each bring what we need.

~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff

The Great Oneness Dancing

   

   We are all part of God,
   The Great Oneness Dancing~
   You and I and the songbirds;
   crickets and the trees swaying in the wind;
   the people on the street;
   the creatures of the woods;
   flowers in the garden;
   every drop of rain…

   Alight with this knowing,
   the soul stretches out
   in every direction
   with an un-containable love…

~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff
from the book, BEFRIENDING THE SOUL 

Finding Oneness by the Shoreline

 (What if the experience of oneness didn’t make you more
beautiful or radiant, or special- as so many teachers promise?
What if it simply made you a little softer, a little kinder,
a little more human?  Would you still long for it?
Last month, with a pinched nerve in my neck, I visited a friend on Tybee Island, Georgia.
These are notes from my beach walks there. )

I walk the shoreline, mist drenched morning, ocean soothing in. 
The Gulls seem to be napping, grouped in stillness, 
facing into the breeze, one eye open.  

I think I want gifts from the sea, and that I will find some pretty shells.  

My body is tired,  neck weary and in pain.  I cannot walk very far. 

What I really want is to let go of a lot of things-
some burdens that I’ve been carrying;
assumptions that no longer serve me;
the busyness of my life. 

 

 

I think I want special wisdom; healing;
something to make me smarter.

I sit on a bench and wait.

Instead of special wisdom, I hear this:
Listen, the world has no secrets-
only as of yet, for you,
unheard of, undiscovered things.

I go back to collecting shells.
Every morning for two weeks,
I wander the beach distracted.


At first I want only the shells that are perfect and unique.
Eventually, I begin to see the beauty

in broken things. 

I feel some pride in this-
perhaps it is my gift from the sea. 

…One day I look up from my quest
for shells along the shore, and see:
I had become so absorbed in my search for pretty things,
I had become unaware of the magnificent vastness-
I looked up to see the water,
to pause and to breathe in the blueness,
to feel the mist on my face. 


Something in me opened, sighed,
blossomed, emptied and filled.
It felt as though I was receiving
everything and no thing,
a relaxation, a dawning, a download-
an infinite, unnameable mystery:
the oneness of the ocean, wind, sun, sky,
my own soul and humanity-
humanity which had arrived to comingle, play, and delight in the beauty.

That was the best day.

The people on Tybee are friendly-
even the boys at the convenience store

have kind and tender eyes.
Some call this Southern Hospitality-
but what I felt was a basic sense of humanity,
family, kinship, humility and belonging.

Walking the shore, approaching others,
we would greet and exchange stories-
unafraid to ask each stranger how they’ve been.

It’s as if we are all in this together.
This life.  On this planet.  This. 

And we know it. 

And we don’t mind.  

In fact, we like it that way.

Some epiphanies are gentle, like the breeze across your brow. 
That breeze is always there, kissing your cheek if you allow it. 

 

Joy isn’t a carrot dangling before your nose, urging you to pursue it.
Joy isn’t found in the acquisition of shells….or any other things.
Joy isn’t the ever-receding horizon of a future better life.

Rabindranath Tagore said,
“Joy is the realization of the truth of our oneness-
the oneness of our soul with the world soul, 
and of the world soul with supreme love.”


Looking up from the shell strewn sand,
I experienced a taste of this oneness.

I felt a softening, a surrender,
a relaxation; a trust;
simplicity, humility, belonging- the calm wisdom of the heart.

Tending Joy is allowing joy, welcoming joy,
practicing, feeling, and caring for joy.
It’s a kind of resting. 

Not seeking or striving, but inviting,
melting barriers,
letting go resistance.
There’s a kind of gentleness to it-
a friendliness and curiosity, openness and humility.


Allowing ourselves to feel oneness, we allow ourselves to feel joy-
to feel that we are part of the human family and the greater mystery:
human, frail, flawed, vulnerable, earnest, loving, generous, divine.
 

On my last morning I am up for the sunrise
and it occurs to me
that the sun rises with opulent fanfare above the horizon every dawn,
regardless of whether I’ve awoken soon enough to see it.
It’s not about me.
Yet I can participate if I want to.

 

 

 

The healing power of the ocean, song “The Infinite”

Lucy Vincent

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The Infinite

I wrote this song many years ago shortly after having a miscarriage.  The day of the loss, Jonah and I drove out to Lucy Vincent and sat on a rock, watching and listening to the waves come in.  While the ocean couldn’t explain for us why, or what for, we did find its presence comforting.

The Infinite

The Infinite is my Beloved,
this ocean is my reminder.
And I’ve walked this shore restless,
near a thousand times,
my head full of measurements, my soul divided.

The green waves that rush in and back again,
wind in the dune grass, million grains of sand,
crickets at dusk, stars in the night sky,
all call me back to my love.

They sing, “You are not the sum of your suffering,
you are not all that you have done.
you are not even the thoughts that you think.
You and we are one.”

When I bring my sadness to the sea,
and I look to the horizon.
From where I stand to eternity,
everything’s so beautiful.

~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff

From the album, Savor The Days