Mothers of Miracles

(an excerpt from chapter seven of my upcoming book)

I’m at my desk after almost six weeks in bed. A wren, plumped against the cold, has been visiting. Despte the temperature, the light is shifting and I can almost feel the sap gathering at the base of the maples getting ready to ascend. Sweetness is coming, warmth will return, the world will be green again.

(I know…the world is also falling apart. Today I read (please read), unsurprisingly, that Elon Musk thinks that cesarian birth is better because vaginas crush the brains of infants. Of course any birth where the baby and mother are both healthy is a blessing—but the idea that someone with this level of misogynstic delusion (stupidity, hatefulness, fear??? what’s the word?) gets to make any decisions at all in the world is kind of astounding. I keep returning to C. S. Lewis’ depiction of the ultimate evil in That Hidious Strength…a disembodied male mind that hates bodies, and most of all the bodies of women and the earth and wants to pave over the entire world. )

Okay enough of a rant. Here’s the solution to patriarchal end times capitalist civilization in its terrifying state of collapse. It’s gonna take a miracle.