94poems/object

Every object tells a story. The stories of our lives are embedded in the objects that fill them. In this way they are sacred, since they pry the story loose and the story is sacred.

I watched the Navajo medicine man’s wife tell the stories of her children’s birth and realized that the primary reason for home is that it is a place to tell our stories, a container for them. As a woman moves about her home with a teapot, a quilt, her stories, her histories are provoked. They are everywhere, in everything she does.