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.