Value for Thursday of Week 10 in the season of Sowing

Liberating

When we are not free, we may seek to liberate ourselves, so that we may choose our own course of action as autonomous beings.

  • When none could eat any more, the Ivinses’ daughters asked William and Ellen if they could read. No, was the response, to which their hosts replied that if the Crafts wished to learn, they would be happy to teach them. Swiftly, the plates, and the remnants of the meal came off the table. Out came an assortment of books and slates. And thus it was that within days of her self-emancipation, Ellen began her lifelong dream of learning to write and read. [Ilyon Woo, Master Slave Husband Wife: An Epic Journey from Slavery to Freedom (2023), p. 136: having arrived safely in a free state, two people embark on their liberation.]
  • As a black woman, my politics and political affiliation are bound up with and flow from participation in my people’s struggle for liberation, and with the fight of oppressed people all over the world against American imperialism. [attributed to Angela Davis]
  • What a liberation to realize that the ‘voice in my head’ is not who I am. ‘Who am I, then?’ The one who sees that. [Eckhart Tolle]
  • Revenge only engenders violence, not clarity and true peace. I think liberation must come from within. [attributed to Sandra Cisneros]
  • Once I knew only darkness and stillness. Now I know hope and joy. Once I fretted and beat myself against the wall that shut me in. Now I rejoice in the consciousness that I can think, act and attain heaven. My life was without past or future; death, the pessimist would say, “a consummation devoutly to be wished.” But a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living. Night fled before the day of thought, and love and joy and hope came up in a passion of obedience to knowledge. Can anyone who has escaped such captivity, who has felt the thrill and glory of freedom, be a pessimist? [Helen Keller, “Optimism” (1903), Part i.]

When the soul or culture of some persons are oppressed, we are all oppressed and wounded in ways that require healing if we are to become liberated from such oppression.” Becoming liberated is the act of breaking free from constraint. Constraint may be physical, spiritual or both. Those who experience a moment of liberation usually remember it all their lives. Our art and literature celebrate that life-changing moment in the lives of many when the body and/or the spirit becomes free.

Liberation psychology aims to analyze and transform personal and social oppression.” It is applicable at personal and social levels. Personal liberation may be from violent or toxic relationships. In its social and cultural dynamics, “. . . liberation psychology, which originated in Latin America and was founded by Martín-Baró, is centered on both structural and individual factors . . .”

Spiritual liberation is a form of solitary transcendence from previous limitations. “. . . solitary transcendence challenges traditional notions by emphasizing the individual’s capacity for spiritual growth and transformation without reliance on external sources. It highlights the significance of introspection, self-reliance, and personal spiritual experiences in the pursuit of liberation.” “Hui-neng developed the Buddhist thought of liberation and constructed the theory of spiritual liberation with Chinese characteristics Hui-neng s theory of spiritual liberation is a kind of life wisdom which aims to make people free from various afflictions and realize the freedom of the spirit.

Real

True Narratives

Some of the best slaveholders will sometimes give their favourite slaves a few days' holiday at Christmas time; so, after no little amount of perseverance on my wife's part, she obtained a pass from her mistress, allowing her to be away for a few days. The cabinet-maker with whom I worked gave me a similar paper, but said that he needed my services very much, and wished me to return as soon as the time granted was up. I thanked him kindly; but somehow I have not been able to make it convenient to return yet; and, as the free air of good old England agrees so well with my wife and our dear little ones, as well as with myself, it is not at all likely we shall return at present to the "peculiar institution" of chains and stripes. [Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom; or, the Escape of William and Ellen Craft from Slavery (1860).]

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Imaginary

Fictional Narratives

. . . while Rome is undergoing gradual dismemberment, Romanesque architecture dies. The hieroglyph deserts the cathedral, and betakes itself to blazoning the donjon keep, in order to lend prestige to feudalism. The cathedral itself, that edifice formerly so dogmatic, invaded henceforth by the _bourgeoisie_, by the community, by liberty, escapes the priest and falls into the power of the artist. The artist builds it after his own fashion. Farewell to mystery, myth, law. Fancy and caprice, welcome. Provided the priest has his basilica and his altar, he has nothing to say. The four walls belong to the artist. The architectural book belongs no longer to the priest, to religion, to Rome; it is the property of poetry, of imagination, of the people. Hence the rapid and innumerable transformations of that architecture which owns but three centuries, so striking after the stagnant immobility of the Romanesque architecture, which owns six or seven. Nevertheless, art marches on with giant strides. Popular genius amid originality accomplish the task which the bishops formerly fulfilled. Each race writes its line upon the book, as it passes; it erases the ancient Romanesque hieroglyphs on the frontispieces of cathedrals, and at the most one only sees dogma cropping out here and there, beneath the new symbol which it has deposited. The popular drapery hardly permits the religious skeleton to be suspected. One cannot even form an idea of the liberties which the architects then take, even toward the Church. There are capitals knitted of nuns and monks, shamelessly coupled, as on the hall of chimney pieces in the Palais de Justice, in Paris. There is Noah’s adventure carved to the last detail, as under the great portal of Bourges. There is a bacchanalian monk, with ass’s ears and glass in hand, laughing in the face of a whole community, as on the lavatory of the Abbey of Bocherville. There exists at that epoch, for thought written in stone, a privilege exactly comparable to our present liberty of the press. It is the liberty of architecture. This liberty goes very far. Sometimes a portal, a façade, an entire church, presents a symbolical sense absolutely foreign to worship, or even hostile to the Church. In the thirteenth century, Guillaume de Paris, and Nicholas Flamel, in the fifteenth, wrote such seditious pages. Saint-Jacques de la Boucherie was a whole church of the opposition. Thought was then free only in this manner; hence it never wrote itself out completely except on the books called edifices. Thought, under the form of edifice, could have beheld itself burned in the public square by the hands of the executioner, in its manuscript form, if it had been sufficiently imprudent to risk itself thus; thought, as the door of a church, would have been a spectator of the punishment of thought as a book. Having thus only this resource, masonry, in order to make its way to the light, flung itself upon it from all quarters. [Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame de Paris, or, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1831), Volume I, Book Fifth, Chapter II, “This Will Kill That”.]

Novels:

Poetry

One of my wishes is that those dark trees, / So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, / Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, / But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day / Into their vastness I should steal away, / Fearless of ever finding open land, / Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back, / Or those should not set forth upon my track / To overtake me, who should miss me here / And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew-- / Only more sure of all I though was true.

[Robert Frost, “Into My Own” (analysis)]

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There is political liberation:

There is liberation of one person by another:

There is liberation of the self, as in Diego Rivera's painting at the top of this page.

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