Nicole
When I was in second grade I forgot my Valentine cards at home. So did a girl named Nicole. I would like to say it is the first time I witnessed racism, but by seven I had already seen a lot. I was allowed to bring home the cards and candies from my peers. Nicole was not. I wish I had said something, but I didn’t have words. I was seven. I didn’t know which words were right. This pocket angel is a valentine of justice. Keep her in your pocket for when you feel the weight of unfairness and unable to navigate or cope with the reality around you. She will anchor you, help you find your words, and foster justice.
When I was in second grade I forgot my Valentine cards at home. So did a girl named Nicole. I would like to say it is the first time I witnessed racism, but by seven I had already seen a lot. I was allowed to bring home the cards and candies from my peers. Nicole was not. I wish I had said something, but I didn’t have words. I was seven. I didn’t know which words were right. This pocket angel is a valentine of justice. Keep her in your pocket for when you feel the weight of unfairness and unable to navigate or cope with the reality around you. She will anchor you, help you find your words, and foster justice.
When I was in second grade I forgot my Valentine cards at home. So did a girl named Nicole. I would like to say it is the first time I witnessed racism, but by seven I had already seen a lot. I was allowed to bring home the cards and candies from my peers. Nicole was not. I wish I had said something, but I didn’t have words. I was seven. I didn’t know which words were right. This pocket angel is a valentine of justice. Keep her in your pocket for when you feel the weight of unfairness and unable to navigate or cope with the reality around you. She will anchor you, help you find your words, and foster justice.
Each pocket angel is small enough to fit in your pocket, but is equally happy taking a ride in the console of your car, or standing guard on a mantel (or in a plant or in the medicine cabinet, or on your window ledge).
They adapt! Don't be surprised if they disappear after they have done their job. They are magic that way.