Temple of Bread & Roses ~ May 9-11th, 2014

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The Theme
The image of Bread and Roses is a symbol of recognizing that it is the right of every individual to be fed and nourished on every level, and that we are not meant to simply scrape by with the bare minimum. In order for creativity and desire to flourish we must make sure we are fed and our needs are met.

This symbol comes from a line of a speech given by Rose Schneiderman–a union, labor, and women’s rights activist–that inspired a poem by James Oppenheim.

To nourish something means to provide with the food or other substances necessary for growth, health, and good condition. At the Aphrodite Temple of Bread and Roses we will investigate where in our hearts, bodies, and desires we are not getting the nourishment we need.

This springtime, in the time of the earth’s renewal, come ask yourself what it is that you need for growth and healing around your sexuality and your life. Where can we nourish ourselves to create sustainable growth, health, and good condition? Bread for all, and Roses, too!

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Bread and Roses by James Oppenheim
As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing: “Bread and roses! Bread and roses!”
As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men,
For they are women’s children, and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!

As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.
Yes, it is bread we fight for — but we fight for roses, too!

As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater days.
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler — ten that toil where one reposes,
But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!