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| The Sunday Muse |
braids weave the past, present and future
extensions of one's heart, soul and mind
strands woven together creating unity
threads of a dream standing alone are weak
but, once interwoven with another dreamer
visions manifest in the tongue of possibilities
sweet-grass the sacred mane of mother earth
purifies dark spaces to allow healing to flow
Interlacing harmony, love and respect
linking with the The Sunday Muse
mind, body and spirit working together to bring fullness in life
author's note: This photo reminded me of my grandmother. She never cut her hair and always wore one or two braids. As, a child she would braid my hair and share stories. Aging, she could no longer braid her own hair. Family members shared the task. I always felt a sense of peace and unity brushing out her knee length black/gray strands. While, I was braiding she would sit quietly and listen as, I told her stories about my days. There was a sense of honor and wisdom found in braiding.
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Your poem is beautiful, and your memories of your grandmother even more so (I never knew either of mine).
ReplyDeleteThank you for honouring her with this poem.
I was sorry to read that you are not feeling well. I am sending cyber health wishes on the wings of birds your way.
Thank you for the well wishes. It has been a tough week.
DeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteI love the weaving of past present and future. This is a gorgeous ode to your lovely grandmother and your note is a blessing to read. I love this Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie, I miss my grandmother. Today, I braided two thin braids in my long hair. It felt therapeutic.
DeleteBeautiful poem and footnote.
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Thank you Gillena
DeleteThat's a sweet memory of your grandmother.
ReplyDeleteI miss her!
DeleteYour poetry .. the note accompanying it .. gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteHelen thank you for your kind words.
DeleteThanks for sharing the memories of your grandmother. The poem is full of a common humanity and wisdom, as well as a sense of the unity of all things. I especially love "..threads of a dream standing alone are weak.." and "..visions manifest in the tongue of possibilities.."
ReplyDeleteThank you, braids of wisdom I just wish we could get to a place of love and unity.
DeleteWonderful memories threaded through your words - lovely to read.
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DeleteA beautiful tribute to your grandmother. Makes me think of mine, I always thought I was their favorite grandchild.
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Hi Jim Maybe you were …
DeleteOh, I can SEE your grandma's loooooong hair........I would love to have hair like that. I also love the interweaving of dreams with another dreamer. Dreams grow stronger that way!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry, growth in hair correlates to growth in age. Yes, we need to birth a dreaming community.
Delete"the sacred mane of mother earth" Oh, I so love your poem, and the beautiful memories of your grandmother.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susie, braiding is therapeutic
DeleteThanks for sharing the story behind the poem, True. It was heartwarming.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra.
DeleteYou are privileged to have been with grannie. Braiding afforded hours of quality time with her. Thanks for sharing Ma'am, stay safe!
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Hi Hank, yes quality time that created wonderful memories.
DeleteBeautiful writing. I loved, "visions manifest in the tongue of possibilities".
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