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letting go of adverbjectivedarkness (1) |
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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
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underneath the satin lining of a rosewood keepsake box, a photograph in fading colors of two familiar faces. time in backward increments erased the bitter years that etched their images floating as ghost-like negatives through the dark rooms of my childhood. snip> was reading an article about a navajo healing ceremony how the patient, surrounded by family, is sung to, touched and loved to the rhythm of water drums, soft shish of rattles in a room fragrant with the sweet scent of sage. though the pictures remain and the patient still lives, there’s no family left to reach out with healing hands. but I know where the sweet sage grows and in my throat there is a rattle that will one day learn to sing. [This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (09-24-2007 11:48 AM).] |
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