Flowering Darkness

by Julie on September 19, 2011 · 1 comment


Profound words for the Grandmother in each of us…

Surrounded by my shields, am I:

Surrounded by my children, am I:

I am the void.

I am the womb of remembrance.

I am the flowering darkness.

I am the flower, first flesh.

. . . In this darkness, I am

Turning, turning toward a birth:

My own – a newborn grandmother

Am I, suckling light . . .

I am spiraling, I am spinning,

I am singing this Grandmother’s Song.

I am remembering forever, here we


~”Song of the Self: The Grandmother”, by  Alma Luz Villanueva

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Kay- Blog Pr Wire September 22, 2011 at 10:52 am

we all need to acknowledge or Grandmothers more. Sadly, I no longer have a grandmother ….

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