Each day I drive by the place I am born. Neon red crucifix set atop on high. Cross over the Assiniboine move down Sherbrook and find my way East on Broadway where the Red receives me.
Backwards I think.
“Your Mémère was the only one who could settle you”, she says with love. “Your colicky ways kept you from me. But mum knew what to do, wrapping you tightly in flannel cloth, safety pinned into your little self, you would settle, stop crying and fall asleep.”
Forward I move.
Where the Red receives me, day by day, I build and wrap in layers of light that shield from those who seek to harm. Saturday morning finds me. Rolling out and over to unravel and find myself intact, safe, soft, and supple. Grateful, I return to my mother and grandmothers.
I stop crying and wake to myself.
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