Category: Family


Guest Post: Mother’s Whisper

Can anyone see me? Here, me, tranquility You know my name Feminine divinity. I am the earth Renegade Steady, strong, and sure Mischievous, full of hearty laughter and mirth I am heaven Pure, Celestial...


Tell Me Her Name

In a religion that names and renames, that blesses with names at birth and in all our sacred spaces, that repeats those names in whispers, this religion is built on a tradition that tore the names from women, buried them in the desert along with their whispered stories, their prayers and visions. Silent and silenced, our nameless matriarchs have become a pillar of salt.