#tbt last year. For my mom & all moms this Thanksgiving, abroad. “Harvest of Woman Born.” Part 2- ✨❤️
Mary and Gaia, Tierra, Lucinda, Earth
Your tears, the melting glaciers, spill from your cheek mountains
Cascading down through all realms where life and lives abound.
A farmer plants his seeds knowing in time green stalks will rise.
Bury your worries in the secret garden
Herbs burst from soil, strong and unbaptized
In time fall wind blows away all blooms
Your children thrive in houses and streetsides.
Each a thread woven in a street beggars’ looms.
Our blood is mixed with your’s flowing and entwined
as an ancient fermented wine these streams have flown born in eons before our own.
Through thousands of lines Children, birds, & trees
keep finding a different way to shine.
In this Autumn Harvest our bound eyes now open.
We give bounties of thanks
For the plenty for women, grandmothers, and weavers,
Aunts and sisters, presidents and teachers
gratitude to the cosmic and Earthly mothers
For while these long gone years your sacred tears, kept flooding forth
Inside we once were, Before we leapt, Inside you we slept, We, this harvest of woman born, bring abundance
Stretching tall like
Redwood forests. Beyond generations
Of clay and mortal dust.