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DEVOTIONSAND SO our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see: or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read. And so it is, certainly, with my own mother.... no song or poem will bear my mother's name. Yet so many of the stories that I write, that we all write, are my mother's stories. ONLY RECENTLY did I fully realize this: that through years of listening to my mother's stories of her life, I have absorbed, not only the stories themselves, but something of the manner in which she spoke, something of the urgency that involves the knowledge that her stories--like her life--must be recorded. [Alice Walker, "In Search of Our Mothers' Gardens", DOUBLE STITCH, Black Women Write about Mothers and Daughters, eds. Patricia Bell-Scott et al. (Boston: Beacon Press, 1991) 202] "HUMILITY" COMES from the Latin word humus which means fertile ground. The fertile ground is there, unnoticed, taken for granted, always there to be trodden upon. It is silent, inconspicuous, dark, and yet it is always ready to receive any seed, ready to give it substance and life.... It is so low that nothing can soil it, abase it, humiliate it; it has accepted the last place and cannot go any lower.
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