On the Anniversary of my Mom’s death

Today is the anniversary of my adopted mom’s death. I will be writing more about this in the evening, but I wanted to share this for her now. Someone contacted my friend Raven Kaldera and commissioned him to write a poem about my mom, as a gift to me. I am very grateful and can think of no one more worthy to be memorialized with the gift and grace of poetry. This woman, unassuming as she may have seemed, was a powerhouse and she transformed my world, sustaining me, teaching me, and giving me life as only a mother could. i am so profoundly grateful for the time we had together. Ich habe dich unendlich gern, Mutti, auf Zeit und Ewigkeit. 

Loki’s Pride, Sigyn’s Joy
by Raven Kaldera
(Dedicated to Fuensanta Plaza, as a gift for her daughter Galina.)

Daughter of dwarven delving,
Granddaughter of gleaming gold,
Linked to the Old World and the New,
Stern-eyed ascetic one moment,
Drunk and laughing the next,
No child of your body
But an ancestress of many,
Mystic prostrate before many Gods
Who advised us all on cleaning products,
The riddle that was you
Wove in and out of our lives
Like the brisk salt wind from the sea
Cutting through the fog of everyday life.

Daughter of fire and endurance,
You were the first to hold the bowl
For the grieving goddess,
The second to hail the Waves
By name and by number,
The third I knew who’d seen Flame-Hair
In his hungriest, neediest form.
No one would have guessed you for
A devotee of the trickster,
Yet the quiet changes you made
To the lives of those you touched
Witness a deft hand and a deft word
Worthy of his sharp-eyed subtlety.

Child of breaking and mending,
Your equally sharp eyes saw flaws
And cracks in the faces of many,
And sometimes you stepped forth to mend
In the way that you knew best,
A not-faery godmother with a magic wand
Made of gold, and sometimes you simply
Raised an eyebrow and a scorching word.
You’d earned the freedom and the right
To do as you pleased, when you pleased,
And no longer needed to prove
Anything to anyone, Lady Putztoefel.

May we all remember that courage,
All the way to the bitter end,
Which you chose, thoughtfully
And with careful consideration,
Leaving little to chance or fate.
You were an iron anchor of belief,
And you would have died for all
You believed in, passionately.
Yours was a belief as strong
As that of a woman who could sit
With her beloved for a thousand years,
Watch his torment, and never think
Of leaving that dark, dank cave.

May we all remember that courage
When we are pelted with public opinion,
Like an iron bowl that can withstand
A thousand years of dripping venom.
May we remember how little you allowed
The cries of fools to sway your decisions,
And may we be inspired to hold our lines
And quietly honor what it is ours to honor
In spite of all the noises of the world.

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Posted on February 3, 2016, in Ancestor Work, Ancestors, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. May she always be remembered, and hailed!

    And in that regard, just a passing notion, but one worth considering (if you haven’t already): do you think you’ll ever write a biography of her? That’s something we don’t have very much of (or, to my knowledge, any of) in modern polytheism, i.e. biographies of exemplary individuals…or even not-exemplary individuals. Anyway, it’s a thought, perhaps.

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    • she would have been appalled at the idea of a biography so no, I will never do that. What I might do, when I can endure reading them again, is cull out several of her letters and my responses and put together a collection (something along the lines of Rilke’s Letters to the Artist….type thing). But that’ll be awhile yet….

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  2. Indeed may she always be remembered and hailed. Often have I come across her words on a site or in a book and no matter how hard they may hit, painfully and seemingly personally at times though we never met, they have always rung true. May her Gods keep her well.

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  3. A beautiful poem for a beautiful soul! May she be happy, well, and at peace.

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  4. Beautiful.

    Blessings on her spirit and may she be long remembered.

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  5. I actually had to stop reading because I’m at work, and I will cry if I keep reading this. I never had the pleasure of meeting Fuensanta, but I’ve heard so much about her from folks who knew her, and of course, I’ve read some of her poems for Sigyn and Loki. She sounds like a fabulous woman.

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