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My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you? |
| Blood and Lace Grandmother, when you moved in you hung your delicate crochet curtains at all the second-floor windows. Light filtered in from the street lamps turning on at dusk. The Japanese have a word, komorebi for the interplay of light and leaves. I have not found a word for your curtain dance. You taught me to make and eat czernina. I never mastered crochet. You never bought us presents. But I can thank you for your gifts. Like you, I am both blood and lace. Author's Note: Czernina is Polish duck-blood soup. Tarot of the Crone--XIII--Death--Something has to change. That something is you. |