You can read part 1 here. The patenting of seeds[i] has made the thousands-year-old practice of seed saving illegal, as is the sharing of seeds from farmer to farmer. The most notorious case is that of Canadian farmer Percy Schmeiser,… Read More ›
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Seeds of Hope: Part One by Beth Bartlett
Author’s Note: This piece was inspired by Janet Maika’i Rudolph’s wonderful FAR post of December 15th, 2022, “Ode to Seeds.” “. . . I know, yes, there is renewal, /because this is what the seeds ask of us/ with their… Read More ›
Radical Joy by Beth Bartlett
On Christmas mornings my brother, sister, and I had to wait patiently upstairs until we heard the music playing. Then, at last, the trumpets and voices singing “Joy to the world!” beckoned us down to the living room, with presents piled… Read More ›
Carol P. Christ: Weaver of Visions by Beth Bartlett
Author’s Note: Today’s post is the 4000th FAR blog post! I first became aware of the Feminism and Religion blog when participating in a symposium honoring the life and work of Carol P. Christ in October 2021. I was inspired… Read More ›
Remembering “The Burning Times,” Part 2: Healing by Beth Bartlett
You can read part 1 here. The effects of “the burning times” are still with us. I can feel this in my own body. As Starhawk put it so vividly, “the smoke of the burned witches still hangs in our… Read More ›
Remembering “The Burning Times,” Part 1 by Beth Bartlett
I first saw it when looking at their faces while showing The Burning Times in class — the blank stares, the pained expressions, the tears, the looking away. The scenes and sounds of women tortured and burned alive touched something… Read More ›
Rocked Back on Our Heels in Awe by Beth Bartlett
I wanted to know . . . why the most ordinary scrap of meadow can rock us back on our heels in awe.[i] – Robin Wall Kimmerer Along the roadside, broad swaths of Queen Anne’s lace and chicory grace the… Read More ›
In Memoriam: Rosemary Radford Ruether by Elizabeth Ann Bartlett
Yet another of my great feminist and spiritual teachers has died. Rosemary Radford Ruether, ecofeminist Catholic theologian, died on May 21st. Her work challenged my thinking and gave me new understandings and perspectives. She was a prolific writer, authoring hundreds… Read More ›
Women’s Autonomy and Well-Being v. the Patriarchy by Elizabeth Ann Bartlett
A recently leaked draft of the US Supreme Court’s opinion on Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization suggests that the court is ready to overturn Roe v. Wade. Most people know the legal consequence of Roe, but few know the grounds… Read More ›
INTERBEING by Elizabeth Ann Bartlett
“Every life bears in some way on every other.” -Susan Griffin, A Chorus of Stones This line from Susan Griffin’s profound investigation into the ways our lives are interwoven through war has been echoing in my mind frequently in recent… Read More ›
In Memoriam: Thich Nhat Hanh by Elizabeth Ann Bartlett
Yet another of my great spiritual teachers has died. Buddhist monk, peace activist, author, and teacher Thich Nhat Hanh died on January 22nd at Tu Hieu Temple in Hue, Vietnam. I have found wisdom in so many of his books, but it… Read More ›
Mirroring Loss Part 2 by Elizabeth Ann Bartlett
Part 1 was posted yesterday. As a society, we are not good at grief. Three days max, then we are expected to be back to work, keep the economy humming – shop, go to the movies and the mall, “put… Read More ›
Mirroring Loss, Part 1 by Elizabeth Ann Bartlett
Strains of “In the Bleak Midwinter” have been accompanying me on my wintertime walks. Yet “bleak” is the last word I would use to describe these glorious winter days. The sparkling snow, dazzling sunshine, and deep blue of the sky… Read More ›
In Memoriam: bell hooks by Elizabeth Ann Bartlett
In a world where the words of black women writers, even our very names are often soon forgotten, it is essential and necessary that we live through writing and teaching the words of our great and good writers, whose voices… Read More ›
Longing for Darkness by Elizabeth Ann Bartlett
When I moved to Minnesota, everyone back home voiced concern about how cold the winters would be. Nobody warned me about how dark they would be, nor how long the dark would last. For years, I complained, but gradually I… Read More ›
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