Hi everyone,
I hope today finds you well. I wanted to share with you part of a longer story called Historic Preservation that weaves family history, mythology, with a recurring, exploratory dream sequence. It builds on the research into folk practices of my matrilineal ancestry that I wrote a little bit about here. I will also say that it has felt truly special for me to write this story (& while I think I will continue writing it, this feels like a resting place for now), after dreaming about it for months or maybe years.
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Historic Preservation
The wooden box on her dresser, engraved with Latvian fern flowers, had remained closed since she left Strautzelas, as if hermetically sealed. Until one afternoon in May when thunder beat against the side of her house and the rains began to pour over Kentucky, and the box was jolted off of her dresser. She placed her school papers down and rushed to rescue it.
It had not broken but its top had fallen open, revealing inside, her Omam’s old necklace. An amber heart on a black nylon string; engraved on it was the eight-pointed emblem of Auseklis, the morning star. Did she dare? My grandmother lifted the necklace and watched the light pass through the amber, and then she fastened the clasp around the nape of her neck.
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