Grandmother’s Chuckle


Continued Meditation from

Love chuckled “where you have always been. Eden. Home. Here. With me. You never left.”

And I opened my eyes.

I wept.

I got up and walked with Love.


I opened my eyes, because I recognized the chuckle.

I wept, because Love embodied to this body was before it.

I got up and walked with my grandmother.



a.j.k. o'donnell

wordsmith, activist, and artist. She is the author of the collection "This Void Beckons".