Growing Up Shattered – Page 3

Quietly Protesting and Field Testing My Crocheted Brassiere

August 18, 2020

Stand tall. Stand strong.

Support our loved ones and

Lift each other up!

No matter what.

Thank you, Steve always for your kind, encouraging and wise words.

God’s blessing!

–NZain💓

My Peaceful Protest: What Color is the Sky?

August 18, 2020

“Grandpa…what color is the sky?”

“Blue.”

(And then after a few thoughtful moments…)

“Grandpa…how do we know you and I see the same color blue?”

“We don’t.”

“Grandpa…what color am I?”

(Oh dear sweet child of God. What color is the wind?

Formed in the mind of the One who breathes life into

ALL that was, is, and ever will be–including you!

Made of the stuff of stars and volcanoes, oceans and trees… ahh the majestic trees…

What color are you my daughter’s child? And how do I answer such a question as this?)

“You grandson, are all the colors of all our ancestors from the beginning of time until now.”

“Yes, grandpa…but–” (and he looked up at me with eyes the color of the universe)

“‘Does my life matter too?”

—NZain✨

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Then Came Angels…

August 15, 2020

This poem about childhood emotional abuse was rattling around in my brain for some time (in between crochet stitches) and then, a most wonderful comment from Anna Waldherr inspired the pen to paper. Thank you, Anna.

The 18th Century rabbi, Israel ben Eliezer, wrote of suffering: “Each prayer has its own meaning, and it is, therefore, the specific key to a door in the Divine Palace. But a broken heart is an axe that opens all the gates.” ❤

https://avoicereclaimed.com/ Anna Waldherr

“Do you know how they break a horse’s spirit? This

What

I’m

Going to do to you!” These words said in a flying-rage to a small child–

(Too small to reason)

Burned a hole in her tender heart.

Sometimes, I

Wish

Instead

Of berating her (this was just the beginning)

You had beaten her. Broken bones heal. A young heart however, so easily shattered…

(You really thought to break that which belongs to God alone? My spirit? No.)

No. My spirit you could not break. You would have to settle with breaking my heart.

And as I lay–alone

Dying–

(Because who alone can survive a broken heart?)

Then came angels

Ministering,

Mending

And

Carefully tending

My cracks (with lacquer and gold dust*) making me

Stronger

(Even more beautiful)

Than

Before.

–NZain💓

*And thanks J for the thoughtful discussion on kintsugi

The Evolution of the Pretty Crocheted Brassiere.

August 13, 2020

It seemed to me at first

Silly

That while kids

Burn

Our cities–I would

Focus

My attention on crocheting a pretty bra.

Makes perfect sense to me now!

Honoring what God gave me–my

Womanly shape–support and uplift

By creating instead of destroying.

So…

Here is a sneak peek at the evolution of the pretty (and comfortable) crocheted brassiere.

Do you want to see more?

Thank you dear friends for all the kind comments and likes. I very much appreciate each and every one of you who spends a little time with me here (and those who quietly read) especially during all the craziness!

We all need some support–and who couldn’t benefit from a little bit of pretty? Be well and safe and let us lift one another up!

With love,

Nina 🙂