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Wonder Woman Remembers Grandma (a poem)

My Mississippi grandma and her friendshad superpowers.Not the comic strip kind,but the surreal, Southern, storied kind. What made them fantasticalwas how they stood outagainst the sobering backdropof modernity. My grandma taught herself to play the pianoand could play and sing dozens of hymnals by memoryas if the gospel was flowing right through her.Her hands had … Continue reading →

Finding our way home

“Breathing in, I see all my ancestors in me: my mineral ancestors, plant ancestors, mammal ancestors, and human ancestors. My ancestors are always present, alive in every cell of my body, and I play a part in their immortality.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh, The Art of Living Finding our way home I am German. I … Continue reading →

Roots

“All things must come to its roots from where it is planted.” ~ Saint Teresa of Avila “Maybe you are searching among the branches for what only appears in the roots.”  ~ Rumi go to the roots — to the roots where moonlight lives, where ancestors breathe into the dark side of trees. go to … Continue reading →