Hecate's Child: Disenfranchised Grief

Memorial for Unborn Children

Sculptor - Martin Hudáčeka of Banska Bystrica

 

 

On October 28, 2011, in the resort Bardejovské Nova Ves, Slovakia, opened the monument of the unborn child of a young sculptor of this country: Martin Hudáček. The artist is of Banska Bystrica, the center of Slovakia. The inauguration ceremony was attended by the Slovak Minister of Health, MD.Ivan Uhliarik.

 

 

The monument not only expresses regret and repentance for mothers who have abortions, but also the forgiveness and love of the unborn child to his mother. The idea of ​​building a monument to the unborn child was a group of young women (Prayer Movement of Mothers), mothers who are aware of the value of every human life and damage you inflict, not only in the irreparable loss of unborn babies, but for the permanent decline in mental health (and sometimes physical) of every woman who decides, driven by different situations, to abort her child.

 



 

 

Confessions of a Funeral Director

Working at the Crossroads of this World

& the Next

 

 



Many Hands Make Light Work

To Be of Use

The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.

They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who stand in the line and haul in their places,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.

~ Marge Piercy