Clinging to the wreckage of Civilization.
Meaning: Maternal guardianship of harvest and home
She does not ask for praise—only that the fields return whole.
The Grain Mother holds the harvest not with hands, but with care.
She feeds those who forget to bless her.
Bake something with grain.
As you stir, whisper a name of someone who nourished you.
As it bakes, remain silent. Listen for memory.
Feed someone today with your hands.
Not just food—but presence, warmth, time.
Let your labor become sacrament.
Tonight, leave an offering of grain outside.
Say: “What was given returns.”
And walk back inside with reverence.