Avotcja! I called her when my daughter (18 at the time) ran away from home. Avotcja. Not only her name was magical but I knew she was the strong woman who I could lean on. I needed magic and a miracle. She stayed with me the whole way through, advising, warning, consoling, encouraging me, the distraught mother.
When my daughter came back I took her to the Sacred Grounds reading. Avotcja read a poem. She pulled me aside afterward, “I don’t know if it helps but I put the poem out there for her to hear it.”
Six years later her poem is still out there doing its magical transformation as I watch my daughter grows into a functional young woman celebrating her 24th birthday today.
Photo by Cathy Cade.
Well Happy Birthday Julia!
Happy Birthday to you!