Making Connections
I read a story once. The main character had been raised with the stories of her ancestors. As a child she listened to them. In early adulthood she recited them. She knew facts about the life of her mother's mother's mother. She knew who she was because she knew who she came from. Knowledge of the hopes, dreams, aspirations and accomplishments of the woman who preceded her presence on earth gave her strength, courage, self-awareness.
Awareness of my ancestors, family ties and the realization of what branch of the family tree I'd sprouted from wasn't something I grew up with. We moved a lot. My last name changed. Ties were cut. On purpose.
Today I started by writing names across the top of a blank sheet of paper. Drawing lines for descendants. Making connections as though those actions will solve the mystery.
Awareness of my ancestors, family ties and the realization of what branch of the family tree I'd sprouted from wasn't something I grew up with. We moved a lot. My last name changed. Ties were cut. On purpose.
Today I started by writing names across the top of a blank sheet of paper. Drawing lines for descendants. Making connections as though those actions will solve the mystery.
Posted by Kathleen at 10/19/2009 11:06 AM 
Categories: Finding Peace
Tags: Reflections sacred White Buffalo
Categories: Finding Peace
Tags: Reflections sacred White Buffalo
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