Timeline Of Decades

I was born to think in a timeline of decades. My mind always ten years ahead, informing the present moment of what must be done… plant the garden, launch the career, nourish and care for the body, send the email, refine the craft, name the babies, build the house… the future is haunting my present moments as I long for a past I’ve never known.

So I sit myself down at the altar. I rearrange the bones. I light the candles. I pray, as I know my grandmothers had. I remember that the drops of rain are just as sacred as they’ve ever been. I do what a woman does, no matter the time of day, life, humanity… I dance and sit and sway, I hold my skin to my bones and grieve all that has been lost. I nourish and bring new life into being. I worship the ground beneath me and move to the rhythm of my own heartbeat.

Each moment, an opportunity for remembrance.