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NEWSLETTER
December 1984
Volume 11 Number 12
INSIDE:
A Note From the Editor ... . . 2
"What's Happening?" . . . . . . .
DORIAN BERMAN'S
Holiday Fun Page .-.-.-....
JUDITH ANDERSON on
Leasing vs. buying a car . . .
READERS RESPOND:
Thought for the Month . . . .
Questionnaire . . . . . . . . . .
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IN PRAISE
OF THE DARK
by Linda Berman
"We would enter our darkness, for the danger
lies in not knowing, not going, but we hesi-
tate, not trusting we will go through it, again
and again. We fear dwelling in shadow, los-
ing our way to the light."
quotess throughout from Dreaming,
An Almanac of Lesbian Lore and Vision)
U nexpectedly, several days ago, I felt that old
familiar clutch at my heart that signals the on-
set of the holiday season. I say unexpectedly,
because I had thought this year would be singularly
different.
I have a new home, my children are happy and
well, my life is rich with friends. Why, then, I won-
dered, this old familiar clutch?
I put this question on the back burner and pre-
pared to introduce the Greeks to my 102 class at
Brookhaven. I would introduce drama with Sophocle's
Oedipus the King, and I would introduce Oedipus with
a discussion of the Greeks, their minds, their gods
and goddesses, their myths.
All was going as planned the next day, when one
student asked the important question, "Did the Greeks
actually believe all this stuff?"
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INANNA:
a Mother Found
by Sheryl St. Germain
"When she leaned against the apple tree, her
vulva was wondrous to behold.
Rejoicing at her wondrous vulva, the wung
woman Inanna applauded herself.
---from a clay tablet, ca 2000 BC
trs. Diane Wolkstein & Samuel Kramer
would like to tell you of my discovery of a Mvnth--
er. It seems as if I have always been searching
for a Mother--not a biological one--I have one of
those--out a spiritual One. I had an idea of what kind
of Mother She would be. She would be darkness and
would know the secrets of death, would perhaps have
visited death herself and have come back to tell ne
about it; She would be light as well as darkness,
though, and would know the secrets of the heaven
as we i as those of the underworld.
