Grandma's Kintsugi Prayer
- Sep 5, 2025
- 2 min read
The women before me
My mother, my three grandmothers
They rose.
Not untouched, not unscarred.
They rose as Kintsugi women
Cracked, yes, but mended with faith and love.
Their pain wasn’t hidden.
It shimmered.
It taught me that beauty isn’t in perfection,
It’s in the healing.
In the way they put themselves back together
with laughter, love, and prayers.
So when I rise,
I rise with them.
I rise as them.
I rise for you.
Because we are the continuation.
We are the mosaic.
We are the gold.
We are a celebration of all they pushed through and sacrificed to be...to BECOME
To shine bolder, braver, and brighter for us!
siSTARS
We are not just descendants.
We are the living celebration.
We are the prayer of our mothers before us.
They didn’t just survive.
They transformed.
Turned grief into rhythm,
Turned silence into song,
Turned brokenness into brilliance.
And now it’s our turn.
To rise with gold in our veins,
To celebrate our journey
To wear our stories like armor and art.
For the next generation of healing and prayers.
We are Kintsugi Women!
Not despite the breaks, but because of them.
We carry each other.
We carry the fire.
We carry the grace.
We gather in the name of the women who came before us.
Our mothers, our grandmothers,
All the siSTARS who remember the breaking
and whose hearts remember the rising.
We honour the cracks,
The places where light entered,
Where prayer was poured into pain
and beauty was born from the healing.
Let their wisdom flow through our veins.
Let their laughter echo in our breath.
Let their courage anchor our steps
As we follow the golden footprints and paths they cleared with faith and love.
We are the continuation.
We are the altar.
We are their prayers
May we rise with grace,
May we mend with love,
May we hold each other in truth.
Amen. And so it is.
Kintsugi Woman
Kalina Bains
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