You are built to pull a cart, to lift a heavy load and bear it, to haul up the long slope, and so am I, peasant bodies, earthy, solid shapely dark glazed clay pots that can stand on the fire.
Whatever is not an energy source, is an energy sink. - Marge Piercy
Whatever is not an energy source, is an energy sink.
- Marge Piercy
The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it. - Marge Piercy
The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it.
We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways. - Marge Piercy
We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways.
The people I love the best, jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows. - Marge Piercy
The people I love the best, jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows.
Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved. - Marge Piercy
Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen: reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in. This is how we are going to live for a long time: n… - Marge Piercy
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen: reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in. This is how we are going to live for a long time: n…
Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk. - Marge Piercy
Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk.
I will choose what enters me, what becomes flesh of my flesh. Without choice, no politics, no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield, not your uranium… - Marge Piercy
I will choose what enters me, what becomes flesh of my flesh. Without choice, no politics, no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield, not your uranium…
We must shine with hope, stained glass windows that shape light into icons, glow like lanterns borne before a procession. Who can bear hope back into… - Marge Piercy
We must shine with hope, stained glass windows that shape light into icons, glow like lanterns borne before a procession. Who can bear hope back into…
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