they were productive,
these women.
cooking
cleaning
planning
preserving
sewing
planting
teaching
cutting
picking
tending
and more.
and sometimes,
sometimes for days on end,
they cried.
they cried silently and
without attracting attention
because to explain
in words
what every teardrop held
seemed an insurmountable task.
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today’s altar (cloth): determination
So full so rich.
thank you, sugar. (i’m googling those magnificent-looking pens you collect. saw them in your fb post this morning. i have a thing for pens, too.)
Who are the figures behind the pulsing red heart of your cloth?
some days I think the world was formed by womens tears…
me, too, sugar. me, too.