www.wcffg.org Moab, Utah September 26th-30th
When I was still teaching college I was usually unwilling to go to conferences or congresses. I’m rather introverted outside of the classroom and poetry readings, and I am a bit anxious about large groups and runaway egos, but the women on the steering committee of this Congress are such competent, committed, developed souls, that my fears are alleviated by the humanistic rules of conduct they have asked us to agree to.
And I am called to A Women’s Congress for Future Generations
What is the Congress about? “At the Moab Congress, we will map possibilities and pathways toward achieving whole health and justice in this generation to come. Inspired by our environmental foremothers, our hope is to craft a dynamic articulation of the pressing rights future generations have to a livable world and the responsibilities of present generations to uphold those rights. Our labors will yield a living affirmation of these rights and responsibilities in word, art, music and story." (from website)
And I am called to this action, this involvement, these tasks.
I have written poems, letters, essays to our grandchildren bemoaning the fact that my possibility-filled world may not be theirs - and I have lamented that my generation has failed in providing them a safe, sane, sustainable future.
I am called to A Women’s Congress for Future Generations on behalf of our own lovelies, and the children yet unborn.
Among other things, I taught environmental ethics for years.
I have been an activist most of my life. My solace and pleasure comes from what Gaia provides me in my garden and in the wild.
I have spoken to trees on four continents. I have cried for the elephants, visited the tigers, and laughed with giraffes. I cannot bear it that future generations may only know these magnificent creatures from books and photos - and I have dreamed that I must name all the animals of the sixth extinction.
And the animals, the trees, the mountains and the seas
call me to A Women’s Congress for Future Generations.
I am a poet, and I am working on The Book of Now, an anthology of seven women poets who write for the time of rising waters. On her website, the poet Annie Finch writes:
“The poetess uses poetry to do the work of a witch, calling up
and shaping energies to heal and transform society. The poetess,
in other words, is a witch and a poet in one.”
I am called as a poet and a witch, willing to shape energies and heal and transform society, to A Women’s Congress for Future Generations.
Here is a poem written for The Book of Now, after I was invited to the Congress. Perhaps I will share it there also.
I want to sing the life of the earth
an egg a nest a hive the herd
uncountable wings in the wet forest
microbes thriving in the heat of a geyser
the unknown swimming the canyons of the sea
what the cat scans as she stalks the savannah
what the hunter sees as he moves through the veldt
the invisible in a bead of water
I want to sing the profusion of peoples
Camel-riding desert Tuareg draped in blue
Balinese balancing edible towers
The last Hadza drilling fire
Inuit curving snow blocks into dome
the stunning variety of indigenous homes
the bo-sa a house of bamboo adobe hogan igloo
I want to sing the children on their way to the temple
mosque pagoda kiva jinja
I want tribes to sing
before they’re unspoken
I want us to sing for the sake of sound
birdsong croak and cricket-creak
Praise all I have named
I am called to A Woman’s Congress for Future Generations to speak for the relic, the residue, the remnant, the remainder