I now wear the ring she gave to me.
It’s the one material possession I have of any value – magnified because it was given by a discerning heart which allowed itself to have faith in me.
Our matriarch knew very little about my depths, but we connected on our core family values.
We understood what was important, and we partnered to ensure our family was strong and staying healthy.
Two women 70 years apart in our lifetimes of experience, joined by a common vision.
Dazzling light of dynamic energy reflects outward in all directions from faceted diamonds as I gaze upon it, thinking about that life and how it was stripped from me – how I was cast to the streets and stoned, as if I’d been a diseased beggar now seen as pariah.
How do you wash a taint like that from your system? How does one soothe their own soul as it keens?
My threadbare clothing or the uniform I wear, the pair of nice pants and two shirts of business flare…
Somehow, with these tatters, I must redefine me.
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