In need of renewal and connection
I offer to Nandi, the sacred cow,
a stem from the last of the marigolds.
Spirit has been trying to get my attention for days.
A wooden box fell from a high shelf
and splintered at my feet.
It contained my grandmother’s birth certificate,
Oct 9th 1893 and her baptism.
My grandmother reminds me of Nandi,
round and soft and worn.
Today’s puja, the ritual of placing a flower
is for my grandmother and
the soft receptive qualities of the feminine
needed now, in all her forms.