All of our grandmothers were wise
magical
Women.
Even those who would never allow it to be mentioned.
They used herbs and water to make a magical brew called "tea."
They would incessantly chant prayers, which were, in essence: healing spells.
They would stay silent, many a time, when all would speak.
Achieve more with their silence than others would with many words.
They would smile and bring through a blessing with the simple parting of the lips.
They would make coffee and sweets, just listen, thus being more effective than experienced healers or therapists.
They carried on lineages of compassion, Love, and patience.
And that my friend is worth more than a man's weight in
Gold.
Blessed be our grandmothers.
For their prayer are truly still protecting the US.
And all we hold dear.
Amen.