Braiding My Hair

When you see me braiding my hair
Come close...
You will feel my power
My resolve.
I have made a shift
To allow strength to possess me.

What is in a simple braid?
A weaving of generations of women’s wisdom.

This is not a loose braid
Nor tight and binding.
Just so... do you see?
Hanging away from my head
Curving toward my back.

Come close...
You will learn to dance... to spin out
To gather-in... to hold.

For a time I’ve worn one
Small thin braid.
Inconspicuous,
Yet always known to me.

Now when I’ve braided the rest
You will surely know my certainty.
Come close...
Feel the vibrations.

Of woman
Of women
Of long time knowings
Of long time dwelling
In Sacred Space
Held
Together
By
Women
Woven

 

Nancy Moore embraces life through art, dance, and healing. She is a painter, healing and shamanic practitioner, writer, and Ordained Ministerial Counselor. [ nanmoore1@juno.com; artofspirit-miracles.com ]