The Sacred Purse is a look at the many faces of a woman
  Sister... Survivor... Mother... Provider... Daughter... Partner... Artist


 Below are a few excerpts for your enjoyment.

From Sister:

 Inside the tattered brown suitcase
A treasure of memories from days past
The long white evening gloves
Brooding black lace

Elegance
A woman blends smoothly into the crowd

The black velvet hat with baby pearls
Now, a striped satin with gold braiding
The twisted, scary mink

Confidence
A woman stands out in the crowd


 From Survivor:

 "The signs were there from the beginning. If a magic camera existed, the developed picture
would be covered with bright red flashing stop signs and yellow warning diamonds.  He drank.  He
was jealous of the time I spent at work. He resented the time I spent with my children.  Heaven
forbid if I would ask him to watch them when I went out with my girlfriends. The pouting when I did
go showed signs of insecurity and immaturity.  If I wasn’t where he thought I should be, he
quizzed me on my whereabouts.  He would also ask how many guys flirted with me that day."
From Mother:

 No pity, despite the losses,
No victim to the loneliness.
She cleanses the rocks in the briny water then steps in.
The waves bring another rebirth.
It’s the women now
The spirit of before –
The strength of today
She knows the web is taut yet soft
The circle is open yet strong.

She breathes deeply,
Looks with fresh eyes
And feels the power filling in
The gift will soon be given.