I remember Anica. My both great-grandmothers were called the same.
The first one I wrote in Hive was blind.

But today I know that the most powerful woman I have met in my life was Anica, my great-grandmother from my mother's side.

She used to predict someone's future peas. Many people from all over the country were visiting her not only for that but also for giving them advice and guidance related to health, personal life, trauma, conflicts, all sort of issues, from those related to marriage to others.

She has taught me and my cousins games she used to play as a child in the early 1900s.In the backyard were she was almost as ireal as the whole nature surrounding her. She had such a powerful voice, yet a mild and sweet one.
During the winter, she would tell us stories near a traditional old stove. Stories I have never read anywhere along these years...I know now that those belong to the folk culture that are passed from generation to generation by narrating them like that, without them being written nowhere. In college, I have followed 2 years of Folklore studies. I've met similarities with Anca's stories, but nothing alike. ...old stories about the sun, the moon, the earth and the elements, about how you need to look at all of these and incorporate nature into your life. Ancestral stories maybe...

Anica took care of anybody's problems in our family. And the fortune that she left behind is in our hearts and genes... feel that.

I have a picture with her close. But I prefer to write about her...and to keep her close in my soul.
I haven't visited my relatives in the last 10 years. They are all-powerful in their poverty. Decent. Kind. Fair and optimistic. Hard-workers...united also. It's part of the legacy she left for us....
As for me, I am a wanderess, carrying that legacy gold inside of who I am.

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