On the night you were born Your father raised your face to moonlight and the world turned silver. We felt the drumming of a heart and raised you an army to stand by your side. Raise your head, Child. You are tethered to Light.
aliceandmolly
"Dare to be remarkable!"
• Educator, Blogger, Fairy Grandmother
Category: ancestry
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My sister asked, “Do you remember that morning at the beach?” How could I forget? A memory of us. Two children lost in fantasy, tiny feet dancing as the ocean kissed the sand. Accidental twins, our small bodies snuggled in white hoodies. “You took a stick and drew a huge circle,” she said, I remember. “I drew a circle to protect us.” I see her … Read More
You ask, “Who am I?” You are, The pieces of every woman who came before your time Scraps of chintz, lovingly stitched together Calico cloth from an Auntie’s tattered dress Pearl buttons cut from a Grandmother’s worn sweater Poetic whispers in the night A prayer to the stars Oil and water Loss and Love These women formed you whole How do you honour … Read More
Currency
The value isn’t in the object. It is in the human story attached to it. The worn chair, the chipped saucer, a silver fork, her oil painting, a skeleton key, a one-eyed bear, a favourite find, a worn photograph. The memory is tactile, visual, and fraught with emotion. Love. This is the currency to value. ~ Ikea.com Tillago 20 piece flatware
Simple, Beautiful Things
I shut myself in a room surrounded by beautiful things Music, books, old photographs, a Swallow’s nest, found glass and silver Everything beautiful ~ Old World Soul
All Knowing
It’s been awhile since I’ve sat down to “free” write much of anything worthy of eyes and time. So, here goes a draft of something that has little relation to anything, other than a fledgling writer’s recommitment to practice her craft~ Perched upon a twisted branch, nestled deep within the tree top’s canopy, a raven hid. Beneath its view, a woman lay sprawled upon the … Read More All Knowing
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Through Her Eyes 2
Through her eyes…
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The Circle
The circle opened to let me in. A hand reached for mine. Warmth from a touch pulsed through starved veins; a fingertip graced my forearm. A heartbeat slowed. We stood tall together. Ancestors, cousins, sisters, mothers and aunts all stepped forth, heads held high. You turned and faced us. Strong women. We’ve known struggle. The brave ones; we’ve faced fear, cut it down with … Read More The Circle
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