The challenges of being authentically who you are...
I've often wondered about the toll this is taking on the Archbishop of Canterbury.
The Bleeding-heart: a poem by Mary Oliver
I know a bleeding-heart plant that has thrived for sixty years if not more, and has never missed a spring without rising and spreading itself into a grassy bush, with many small red hearts dangling. Don't you think that deserves a little thought? The woman who planted it has been gone for a long time, and everyone who saw it in that time has also died or moved away and so, like so many stories, this one can't get finished properly. Most things that are important, have you noticed, lack a certain neatness. More delicious, anyway is to remember my grandmother's pleasure when the dissolve of winter was over and the green knobs appeared and began to rise, and to cre- ate their many hearts. One would say she was a simple woman, made happy by simple things. I think this was true. And more than once, in my long life, I have wished to be her.
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Conversely the threat to those who live in a narrow patriarchical world view is the same - if one can't even begin to imagine a woman in a position of authority in church or state or corporate world - how could one even begin to imagine others.
Someday, when I unpack my books, if you are interested and remind me, I'll find the article for you....