Nani as Beacon = Light... i like that Very Much... those are words that will stick to my stomach.
reflecting deeply into a Grandmother, something I would have liked to have experienced.
and the poem very evocative and spooky, with those draped Souls listing in various spaces... I enjoyed the real landscape in which they were held, till they diisolved back to earth. Thank you!
Nani as Beacon = Light... i like that Very Much... those are words that will stick to my stomach.
reflecting deeply into a Grandmother, something I would have liked to have experienced.
and the poem very evocative and spooky, with those draped Souls listing in various spaces... I enjoyed the real landscape in which they were held, till they diisolved back to earth. Thank you!
Thank you Sarah for reading so deeply -- I really appreciate your sentiments and kind words.
That is so interesting! What an interesting tradition to cast these ghostly figures. Beautiful poem about your courageous Nani <3
Yes isn’t it? Thank you Mona!
This poem was pretty and sad and thoughtful and moving. But those Vezio ghosts? Those look creepy!
Thank you Wil! I know, right? Strange tradition…
This was lovely, and captured her courage and fortitude.
Coincidentally, I’m currently rereading a book called Hauntings: Dispelling the Ghosts Who Run Our Lives.
Thank you Priya! That sounds like a very insightful book - Jungian even. I’ll check it out. Thanks for reading.