Yesterday began Jewish New Year (Shana Tova).
Before learning that Big RBG, one of the most extraordinary and important women in history, and many of our lives, died, it was a vicious gut punch. I never thought she’d die — WAIT. To me, she was invincible. While her legacy reflects that, we need her now, just as much as we’ve always needed her.
RBG’s greatest passion was the law- fighting for women and civil rights, equality in every way for every American. She was exquisitely authentic, and NOT to be underestimated. Every time she was, RBG knew it and responded accordingly.
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
2020 can suck my fucking ovaries. I’m done. I’ve had it.
I’ve got to get back to vomiting. Big RBG’s death sent me over the edge.