This soul doll calls to the woman who senses the ache of unknown stories- the woman who feels, in her bones, the pain and untold narratives that live within her. She carries the medicine of the gentle porcupine and cradles a small piece of citrine in her pouch. Creating this doll was a deep and transformative process; the medicine she holds passed through my own unknown story.
The cost of leaving an ancestral world for a new one is etched into us all- into the bodies of those whose ancestors crossed, who rebuilt, and who carried both gifts and burdens forward. We may be reborn in Spirit, but our bodies remember. This one-of-a-kind doll seeks her keeper: a medicine woman ready to hold, honor, and continue the work of healing the stories that live in the bones.
This soul doll calls to the woman who senses the ache of unknown stories- the woman who feels, in her bones, the pain and untold narratives that live within her. She carries the medicine of the gentle porcupine and cradles a small piece of citrine in her pouch. Creating this doll was a deep and transformative process; the medicine she holds passed through my own unknown story.
The cost of leaving an ancestral world for a new one is etched into us all- into the bodies of those whose ancestors crossed, who rebuilt, and who carried both gifts and burdens forward. We may be reborn in Spirit, but our bodies remember. This one-of-a-kind doll seeks her keeper: a medicine woman ready to hold, honor, and continue the work of healing the stories that live in the bones.
