THE WEAVE:
“So Athena,” Sunny asks,
“What’s the latest?”
Athena speaks…
"Trauma is such a Word right Now, Hot and loaded. When you recognize your trauma, you can recognize how it arrived there. The chain is so long. Who knows which link you Will find first. I spent one Winter, being, many hours with my Grandmother, speaking all kinds of things. In her most Sage moments, she spoke through the lens of Sewing. "Feed it, don't Force it," she guided me, as I mastered how to wield a sewing machine, and make a curved Weave smoothly into a braided rug, rippling like a rain drop, on a calm pond. And in the evenings, over a glass of red wine, and a Fire in the Hearth, we talked about sex, and the Way if you ask people questions, about themselves, they assume you are the "nicest" person ever, and how weird is that? We asked each other honest questions, and we gave answers as honestly as we could see them. We puzzled over pieces we did not have, and eventually I found a gnarled root, that Had Been alWays woven into me. My Grandmother told me, "Our family does not behave like that," when I gave the middle finger, to the white boys on the Internet. As if to say, "Rebellion is for privacy." The pain is Rivers of mycelium. I know it isn't anybody's fault. I know my anger is my own. I am mulching as much as I can of it. I am finding my capacity expands, as I just let it be. I have not heard the voice of my Grandmother, in a couple of years. It is painful, to feel I am abandoning her, and I do not adjust it. It is not just my Father between us. The Void is gaping, and I no longer know how to kindly cross it."
Planetary Signatures 