The Women in My Family

Soft and feminine, round and full of spirit— warmth and give.

Devotion in Red

Santa Muerte, Beautiful in Red She hands me a sickle all my own, small, handheld, meant for cutting cords.

Queen of Angels, crowned in stars.

We balance the two extremes, Exaltation and Fall, Spirit and matter, giving embodiment and presence of the Divine through us.

I carry my father still. His absence weighs— a ghost in my chest, sorrow and relief entwined, a delicate dance.