this is a way of forcing myself to be open about where i'm at while giving myself a forum for writing that isn't a pen and pencil journal for myself. i've always been best able to express myself in writing..so i guess this is a little bit of me
Sunday, 8 March 2020
Where do my roots take me
Finding my family lineage
We were asked to close our eyes and feel our roots going down through the floor, through the earth all the way to the very hot core of the planet. Then to find ourselves still rooted floating way out in the galaxy. In that open space out beyond the stars, where we are where everything first began - where we are where we all come from. Then we were to see the face of our mother or someone who had cared for us, then to see her mother and her mother and on and on and on.
There was for me connectivity between my great grandmother, my grandmother and my mother. Yet from my mother to me there was no chord. There was a red thick cord from her but i was not firmly attached, it was not a straight line.
I thought about my grandfather. His love for me. I thought about my uncle David.
David Gillett. His gentleness, his artistry. Is it possible, that I am connected along the paternal line on my mothers side.
I want to close my eyes again and ask these questions.
In the end we were asked to come back to the earth and to look around and see a plant that was there. To know that that was our plant and that our ancestors had all touched or held or used that plant.
I thought of snow. I was asked more specifically what it looked like, where it grew, what colour it was. Snow didn't work. So my mind went to the ocean and in the clear water there was a rust pink
sea weed floating by, i knew how soft it was and how it felt to hold it and walk the beach.
We were given the task to go and find that plant. To perhaps bring it into our homes for our alter.
I had tried this once, and without the Ocean it had vanished. Even the saltwater that i'd brought it home in was not enough to sustain it. First the beautiful red sea weed disappeared and then the water.
There was nothing to remember it by.
It needs the Ocean as do I.
Just like snow. It vanishes if I try to keep it. All that grounds me is ethereal.
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