Sometimes coming home means leaving the place that isn’t. Time is best measured in the most liberatory ways: the cycles of this planet Earth around the Sun; the 28-day cycles of the Moon around the Earth, constant and steady in its predictable movements, unchanging in its Power regardless of who below on Earth is in power; the traditions which do - and have done - the most to align power
Sister dearest, as always you and I are one and the same. I too am looking for home, the physical home though where the feet are planted firmly but then able to roam freely without worry and carry. Having the safe space to keep the treasures but also able to wander and see what I have been missing. I see in my minds eyes many things that I am drawn too that seem to want my attention, that beckon me "come and see, touch, feel, understand, love." The playfulness of the one missing has been on the corner of the mind's eye also but yet that is the one that can no longer be because that is the one that has gone to be with the Creator oh so long ago. Pictured in only memories because there are no pictures to be had of the one in the mind's eye, yet the look, the smell, the touch, the smile and yes even the voice, that strong southern, manly, voice echoes in the mind's eye and think of this as home. Yes, the one that is missing chose me and yes, they did not have a home, but then home is where you make it, and home is where the love is. I miss all of that and more. If Only's can only hold memories and sometimes that is all you can have. I pray that someday I will see the mind's eye again and this time not loose site of what the mind remembers as love. Mother Earth has spoken as it was written and when she is finished, I pray that we will start a new with her and this time we will live in conjunctive peace as it was in the beginning of time. Respect, honor, love, caring and sharing among THE WE, US, ALL and not just the few, far and distant. Say AHO to my nephews from their crazy Auntie. Please and Thank You!
❤🙏🏿🙏🏽🙏🏼🙏🏻🙏🏿❤ Amidst the wildness that was January, I never responded to this, and thank you deeply now for your poetic reflections. So grateful it resonated. Sometimes some of our best memories are the ones we imagined - the ones that never had a chance to happen, at least in our lifetimes. May your visions continue to be a place of refuge. Sending love back from the young men & me 😘 Ayibobo.
Such a powerful piece, Katherine- thank you so much for sharing it! As I read it, I feel with you the incredible spiritual power of memory, of ancestry, of our shared and varied traditions end of deep and enduring connections to each other and to the Earth. The poem you shared a where you were, contrasting with where you are now, inspires healing and hope.
A new friend just shared with me a YouTube documentary a friend of her made about his father’s and his experiences during the Nazi holocaust and their journey 50 years later back to those places (“ I want to remember, he wants to forget.“). Some of what you shared reminds me of their journey. Both such moving stories! 🙏🏻💖🌞
Sister dearest, as always you and I are one and the same. I too am looking for home, the physical home though where the feet are planted firmly but then able to roam freely without worry and carry. Having the safe space to keep the treasures but also able to wander and see what I have been missing. I see in my minds eyes many things that I am drawn too that seem to want my attention, that beckon me "come and see, touch, feel, understand, love." The playfulness of the one missing has been on the corner of the mind's eye also but yet that is the one that can no longer be because that is the one that has gone to be with the Creator oh so long ago. Pictured in only memories because there are no pictures to be had of the one in the mind's eye, yet the look, the smell, the touch, the smile and yes even the voice, that strong southern, manly, voice echoes in the mind's eye and think of this as home. Yes, the one that is missing chose me and yes, they did not have a home, but then home is where you make it, and home is where the love is. I miss all of that and more. If Only's can only hold memories and sometimes that is all you can have. I pray that someday I will see the mind's eye again and this time not loose site of what the mind remembers as love. Mother Earth has spoken as it was written and when she is finished, I pray that we will start a new with her and this time we will live in conjunctive peace as it was in the beginning of time. Respect, honor, love, caring and sharing among THE WE, US, ALL and not just the few, far and distant. Say AHO to my nephews from their crazy Auntie. Please and Thank You!
Thank you for these powerful reflections on ritual and transformation, and the "geographies of belonging," Katherine!!
❤🙏🏿🙏🏽🙏🏼🙏🏻🙏🏿❤ Amidst the wildness that was January, I never responded to this, and thank you deeply now for your poetic reflections. So grateful it resonated. Sometimes some of our best memories are the ones we imagined - the ones that never had a chance to happen, at least in our lifetimes. May your visions continue to be a place of refuge. Sending love back from the young men & me 😘 Ayibobo.
thanks for your comment, Eric!
Such a powerful piece, Katherine- thank you so much for sharing it! As I read it, I feel with you the incredible spiritual power of memory, of ancestry, of our shared and varied traditions end of deep and enduring connections to each other and to the Earth. The poem you shared a where you were, contrasting with where you are now, inspires healing and hope.
A new friend just shared with me a YouTube documentary a friend of her made about his father’s and his experiences during the Nazi holocaust and their journey 50 years later back to those places (“ I want to remember, he wants to forget.“). Some of what you shared reminds me of their journey. Both such moving stories! 🙏🏻💖🌞