T.S. Tuesdays
If you know me at all, you knew this had to be coming. Well, the alliteration part if not the T.S. Eliot part. T.S. Eliot is one of my favorite poets, so I decided to dedicate one day of the week to posting some of my favorite lines of his.
I am doing this because:
1. I think T.S. Eliot is the bomb dot com.
This has long been one of my favorites from his poem "East Coker" (Number 2 of 'Four Quartets'):
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
I am not an island, You are not a "Them"
I thought this blog would be about hope, not anger. But anger is a very real part of my journey toward hope.
I used this anger as an excuse not to move. To stay stuck. To lash out.
I used it as an excuse to dehumanize the poor. To reduce them to a “them” I could be enraged on behalf of. Not people that I knew and loved. Not people that deserved my hope and my efforts as much as my anger and indignation.
A while back I wrote a poem about this act of dehumanization I masked as romanticized, righteous indignation. And here it is:
Pictured to the left: Me with a woman, Grey, that I stayed with in Nicaragua. She shared not only her house and food--mostly pineapples--with me, but also her thoughts, her hopes, and her dreams. She was one of the women I wrote this poem for a year after I came back to the States.