Joining in memory of those who lived, those who were lost, and who carry the echoes of the Vietnam War, this once-silenced story now finds voice in the wider conversation of this war and its aftermath.

This offering is a personal memoir, and an invitation for collective witnessing and reckoning. It is not a call for blame, and it is not offered with anger towards anyone. It is a gesture of grief and grace—an honoring of what’s been lost, an acknowledgement of what is unresolvable, a quiet weaving together of what is broken in this world through the old language of magic, myth and story. Where personal sorrow is spun into story and made bearable through telling. . .

What you see here is a visual prologue, the beginning of a larger story in the process of being birthed.