Connecting With Our Ancestors: Weekly Summary
All Soul’s Day
Sunday
We all need to feel and know, at the cellular level, that we are not the first ones who have suffered, nor will we be the last. We are all partners with both the living and the dead, walking alongside countless ancestors and descendants who were wounded and longed for healing.
—Richard Rohr
Potawatomi author Kaitlin Curtice looks at pictures of herself and considers her future role as an ancestor:
I realized then that one day I am going to be an ancestor. When I have passed on and my spirit is left to lead my children and their children, they will talk about me, about my legacy, about what I left undone or what I did to change things. I realized that these photos are an actual embodiment of sacred life…. So, I remember my ancestors. I remember what they have left for me, and I remember what was left undone. I look at their pictures, searching their eyes for stories they may never have told us when they were alive. Instead, they visit us in dreams, reconnecting us, helping us imagine a new way forward, a way of peace. One day we will become ancestors, but until then, we whisper to our long-gone ones, asking that they remember us.
Passed On One,
I see you there.
Not your skin and bones,
nor the frame that once held you.
I see your aura,
your spirit,
your essence.
I see the glow of who you once were
and who you are today.
I see, somehow,
the imprint of what you’ve left me here.
It’s not a thumbprint, but some other form
of spirit-code.
Somehow, the shape of you
carves lines into the essence of who I am.
Somehow, I am enough
because you were
enough.
Ancestor, your name will always be
the sound of breath in my lungs.
Ancestor, your face will always look
like the face of my own children.
Ancestor, your essence
will always feel like
the wind
when it slips
through the tree branches,
singing a song.
You, Dear One, lead me, still.
I feel the gifts you’ve left me
and I wonder how much more
is waiting.
I learn my own way as I
reckon with your mistakes
and realize that you were human once,
like I am human now.
I wonder how much you notice
from the other side.
What does God feel like?
I’ll wait,
and one day,
you’ll show me.
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