… an essay as we in the Southern Hemisphere enter Winter:
“… I honour the grandmothers who were married too young in order to serve husbands and communities.
I honour the grandmothers who upheld the traditions and kept the customs. The grandmothers who sewed the sacred cloth and stirred simmering pots of stew that nourished their families. I honour the grandmothers who kept close the sacred seed, and knew exactly what to plant and when….”
re-blogged from Return to Mago E-zine