grave flower

Poetry, cooking, and self discovery. The white narcissi bloom as winter ends, as spring begins, as persephone rises from hades once more.Narcissa reads, and learns, and loves; Hermione discovers there is more to life than books.

Within all of us is carried a history, the echoes of our ancestors; I am my mother when she was young and flinched from her parents strict hands. I am my grandmother when she was twenty and scared to leave her country for a new one, but excited too, for a life of equality. I am my Oma, and all the women in my family who have come before me, as they bled each month and toiled through sickness; as they pushed children from their bodies and fought to have a voice inside their homes, inside their countries, inside this world which pushes us to silence. I am made of them, from them, and inside me they are as one.This is for them, for me, and for you. I hope you get to know love, like I have.