HEALING

HEALING

The calabash, round, hollow, eternal, holds more than water, more than grain.
It cradles memory, femininity, maternity, a vessel of fertility, nourishment, and care.
It sings in ceremonies, stores stories in its curves, and dances between hands in celebration.

A broken calabash is never trown away.
Its cracks are stitched with patience, its form reshaped with love.
To repair is to honor. To heal is to remember.

Mirror of pain, of resilience, of rebirth.
We, too, are calabashes.
Carrying the visible and the invisible, the fractures, the bruises,
the quiet wounds we wear beneath our skin.

Healing speaks to those wounds.
To the fissures in our histories,
to unheard voices, to bodies marked by time and struggle.
Yet within every crack, there is strength.
Within every fracture, a thread of gold.

Bending without breaking, standing up and returning to the self.

As recycling enters our daily lives, so too does the art of repair
a reminder that what was once abandoned
still holds value, still holds life.