My ornament hung proud from a string where she was pinned to dry.
Tag: grandmother
Roots Never Leave a Person
She loved to work creatively, her hands always busy with some dream needing anchored in reality.
Unhaunting
As I dust off and discard old relics, they come out—anger, pain, betrayal, the remnants of broken sobs and screaming howls.
Fae-Word
She whispered it’s in us—an earthly angel, fae-word, always connected to nature, her hum rhythm inside, twinkling, magnetic.
She Wrote
Her words marking me as they’d sprung from her internal world— exquisitely simple reflections.
Following Her Loves
My grandmother. She was a success for being exactly herself and following her loves.
Etched by Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte etches into my heart, Her hand over my chest— my grandmother takes mine, leading me back to balance and rest.
Jasmine on the Grave 