a catholic

woman’s place

 
 



How many ways 
are there of being
a Catholic woman?

Let me count the ways...
 
auntie, daughter, grandmother, mother, wife,  
married, divorced, unable to have a child, widowed, 
homemaker, nun,
black, brown, yellow or white,  
bisexual,  lesbian, straight, transgender,
 feminist, faithful dissident, traditional,
daily communicant, returning Catholic, 
agnostic, atheist, 
recovering Catholic, returning Catholic
lay minister,seeking the Feminine Divine, theologian, 
contemplative, 
athlete, convict, handicapped, 
alcoholic, drug-addict, recovering alcoholic, sex-addict,
 abused, abuser,
prostitute, beggar, homeless, caretaker, 
 on welfare, student, 
blue-collar worker, volunteer, white-collar worker, 
artisan, artist, ballet dancer, 
banker, executive, unemployed, 
working part-time, working two jobs,
market vendor, self-employed,, 
doctor, engineer, journalist, mathematician,
firefighter, pilot, police officer,
scientist, soldier, farmer,  
teacher, retired,
entrepreneur, fund-raiser, millionaire, 
conservative, green, leftist, liberal,
Democrat, Republican, 
peace activist, pro-Choice, pro-Life,  pro-war,
empowered or powerless or  none of the above.
Whoever you are...


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Welcome!

Before moving on,
see the Madeleva Manifesto,
the message that fills me with hope & courage.

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Tell Them

Breaking through the powers of darkness
bursting from the stifling tomb
he slipped into the graveyard garden
to smell the blossomed air.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
that I have journeyed far
into the darkest deeps I’ve been
in nights without a star.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
that fear will flee my light
that though the ground will tremble
and despair will stalk the earth
I hold them firmly by the hand
through terror to new birth.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
the globe and all that’s made
is clasped to God’s great bosom
they must not be afraid
for though they fall an die, he said,
and the black earth wrap them tight
they will know the warmth
of God’s healing hands
in the early morning light.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
smelling the blossomed air,
tell my people to rise with me
to heal the Earth’s despair.

Edwina Gateley, 
A Warm Moisty Salty God, 54
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Etty Hillesum

Simone Weil

Dorothy Day

Hildegard of Bingen

Clare of Assisi

Teresa of Avila

Mary of Magdala

There is neither Jew nor Greek,

there is neither slave nor free person,

there is neither male nor female;

for you are all one in Christ Jesus.

Gal 3:28

St Catherine of Siena

Mechtild of Magdeburg