Aspen Mirabal/ La Grande Aventura.

The best feeling is to be with my girls..

My grandmothers were strong.
They followed plows and bent to toil.
They moved through fields sowing seed.
They touched earth and grain grew.
They were full of sturdiness and singing.
My grandmothers were strong.

My grandmothers are full of memories
Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay
With veins rolling roughly over quick hands
They have many clean words to say.
My grandmothers were strong.
Why am I not as they? ——Margaret Walker

In the old and still today in many cultures, fathers and mothers pray for a boy who would be able to help in the corn fields, the hunt and the society lineages to be kept in the family through the boy. Continue reading Aspen Mirabal/ La Grande Aventura.