Sunday, September 12, 2021

The Language of Braids

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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27 comments:

  1. Your poem is beautiful, and your memories of your grandmother even more so (I never knew either of mine).
    Thank 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.

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    1. Thank you for the well wishes. It has been a tough week.

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  2. I 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!

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    1. Thank you Carrie, I miss my grandmother. Today, I braided two thin braids in my long hair. It felt therapeutic.

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  3. Beautiful poem and footnote.
    Happy you dropped by to read mine

    Much 💖 love

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  4. That's a sweet memory of your grandmother.

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  5. Your poetry .. the note accompanying it .. gorgeous.

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  6. Thanks 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.."

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    1. Thank you, braids of wisdom I just wish we could get to a place of love and unity.

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  7. Wonderful memories threaded through your words - lovely to read.

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  8. A beautiful tribute to your grandmother. Makes me think of mine, I always thought I was their favorite grandchild.
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  9. Oh, 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!

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    1. Thank you Sherry, growth in hair correlates to growth in age. Yes, we need to birth a dreaming community.

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  10. "the sacred mane of mother earth" Oh, I so love your poem, and the beautiful memories of your grandmother.

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    1. Thank you Susie, braiding is therapeutic

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  11. Thanks for sharing the story behind the poem, True. It was heartwarming.

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  12. You are privileged to have been with grannie. Braiding afforded hours of quality time with her. Thanks for sharing Ma'am, stay safe!

    Hank

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    1. Hi Hank, yes quality time that created wonderful memories.

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  13. Beautiful writing. I loved, "visions manifest in the tongue of possibilities".

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