Oh, Mount Holyoke!
I just had a moment...
I'm chilling out at May Day Cafe, in Minneapolis, one of my all-time favorite high school haunts...the difference being that now I'm with my laptop and there's wireless. Other than that, they still serve the same awesome breakfast burritos and spinach quiche and muffins...
And then, on Minnesota Public Radio, I hear the strains of "Bread and Roses". That's right, they were playing Bread and Roses. And it nearly made me cry. I love that song. It was slightly disorienting, though, to hear this song that I so associate with Mount Holyoke and Massachusetts, to be playing in a cafe in MN. I really wish I could have been at Reunion to see the Laurel Parade and participate in that beautiful ritual again as an alumna.
I feel so untethered right now--in between time and space as I wait for Monday to roll around and my life to begin again.
And I miss Brian. I'm realizing now that more than any other physical place I've been in my life, Brian is home. I can't believe I'm doing this without him.
Bread and Roses
As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,For the people hear us singing: Bread and Roses! Bread and Roses! As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men,For they are women's children, and we mother them again.Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses. As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women deadGo crying through our singing their ancient call for bread.Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too. As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days,The rising of the women means the rising of the race.No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes,But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses, bread and roses. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;Hearts starve as well as bodies; bread and roses, bread and roses.
I'm chilling out at May Day Cafe, in Minneapolis, one of my all-time favorite high school haunts...the difference being that now I'm with my laptop and there's wireless. Other than that, they still serve the same awesome breakfast burritos and spinach quiche and muffins...
And then, on Minnesota Public Radio, I hear the strains of "Bread and Roses". That's right, they were playing Bread and Roses. And it nearly made me cry. I love that song. It was slightly disorienting, though, to hear this song that I so associate with Mount Holyoke and Massachusetts, to be playing in a cafe in MN. I really wish I could have been at Reunion to see the Laurel Parade and participate in that beautiful ritual again as an alumna.
I feel so untethered right now--in between time and space as I wait for Monday to roll around and my life to begin again.
And I miss Brian. I'm realizing now that more than any other physical place I've been in my life, Brian is home. I can't believe I'm doing this without him.
Bread and Roses
As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,For the people hear us singing: Bread and Roses! Bread and Roses! As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men,For they are women's children, and we mother them again.Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses. As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women deadGo crying through our singing their ancient call for bread.Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too. As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days,The rising of the women means the rising of the race.No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes,But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses, bread and roses. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;Hearts starve as well as bodies; bread and roses, bread and roses.