we've been re-reading harry potter together these past few months. the series has carried us from labor day weekend across the whole of autumn, through the days leading up to our wedding, down the dalmatian coast, over the holidays, and into the brand new year. i finished this past week and husband is soon to join me. as a coda to this whimsical season, we've started the films, and certainly such calls for butterbeer pie. oh, it hits all the spots -- butterscotch and buttercream and buttery crust and sentimental. pretty nonpareils, too.
these are strange and heavy days we live in. we watched the inauguration this morning, first from the waiting room of our dermatology check ups, then from the screen of the laptop perched on our small table by the window. i suppose what i mean is: these are strange and heavy days to be pro-diversity, pro-love, pro-compassion, anti-wall, global citizens. so many times today i have looked around at my surroundings -- at the doctor's office on the upper west side, walking north on central park west, at the harlem coffeeshop from where we are currently working side by side -- and thought, welp, america, i guess we really are going through with this thing?
too, it is a strange and heavy time to be a woman (but when has it not been?). so much hangs in the balance for us. it always has, it (somehow, unbelievably) continues still. i look at my husband -- my sensitive, intelligent, thoughtful, feminist -- husband, and i see how differently we feel and process it all. he is concerned, he is disappointed, he is disgusted -- but i feel these things down to my bones, and deeper. i talk with my lady friends and they report the same. for us, it is visceral. for us, it is cellular. perhaps it is narrow of me to suspect that we women simply feel it all more, but i keep turning over a single thought: it makes sense that we would, for we are the forthbringers of generations.
anyway. butterbeer pie -- best enjoyed in waffle knit leggings with piping hot coffee in hand, and making gloomy days bright. in the words of professor lupin: eat this. it'll help.
amen. amen. amen.ReplyDelete
You. This. I love your words.ReplyDelete
Your writing is beautiful! As a fellow woman (and New Yorker), I totally agree. I feel so lucky to live where I do, and to have been raised the way I was. We value love, diversity, empathy, tolerance and inclusion. I can't imagine living life any other way, and I hope that these are the traits and values that "win" in the end. Until then, at least there's Butterbeer Pie (which sounds delicious)!ReplyDelete
Solidarity, sister. ✊ And it is not narrow of you to think women feel things differently than men. We do. We are different, it's a fact and it's good. And if Saturday proved anything it's that those differences don't make us less than. I have a feeling that this presidency will be a catalyst for the people to demand and create change more than anything else could have been.ReplyDelete
Now about this recipe.....
Thank you for the recipe link, there is a strong feeling it could be reused many times ,-)ReplyDelete