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O for Ode
An Unorthodox Praise to Me
Letter O of my ABCs of letting go, a healing journey in 26 letters.
Start with A here.
I write this for me, but I write it in the voice of every woman who won’t do it for themselves
O head,
That you are the crown of my thoughts in the early light
That you hold my memories, long for truth and design my blueprints
You are the quiet thinker planning, creating, and forgetting
If not for your compass, I would not be
O heart,
That you beat for me daily and hold me nightly
That you didn’t tire, faint, nor give up on me, when…but instead did expand You held court with courage so I could stay the course
If not for your rhythm resilient, I would not be
O hands,
That you are the shaper of my life-giving rituals
That you gather fresh blooms and eucalyptus leaves
You move the fingers, trace lines, hold pens, and tend to what is tender and growing
If not for your sensing when to grasp and when to release, I would not be
