Mirelume

/ˈmaɪɚˌluːm/
MY-er-loom

Mirelume is a word I stitched together while thinking about where I'm from.
It’s part mire — for the swampy places,
the mud, the medicine, the memory, the roots that reach down deep.

And part lume — for the glow.
The flicker of fireflies, moonlight on still water.

Together, it means light in the dark,
beauty in the bog,
and healing that doesn’t rush.

It’s not just a name. It’s a reminder:
there’s power in what grows quietly.