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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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