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What my ancestors wanted me to know

.What my ancestors wanted me to know
June 10, 2017

Lately, I have been thinking about histories past and the injustice that was done to my ancestors.  It is so easy to get caught up in our own discomfort of change, to do-list, and life’s irksome obligations.  I stopped in the midst of my temporary exhaustion, and wondered about my ancestors that were in the fields all day, and all night.  That was their to-do list.  Mmmmm.  Let that marinate on your thoughts, nothing else occupied their physical being other than work, ache, and pain.  In that order, their pain shifted around the clock, traveling from their shiny black backs, to their sun dried shoulders, all the way down to the soles of their unforgiving feet. 

 

If my tired, resilient, and afraid ancestors could speak to me today, they would tell me that I am a manifestation of their hopes and dreams.  

“You are me, but you are finally free from the injustice of history.  I have been beaten and shackled, living with a broken soul, but not to worry, I have carried the burden so you would not have too no more.  My child, you must live with a purpose and not in fear”

 

My response

My elder, my eyes are wide open and ready to solidify my foot print on this stolen land, no shackles tied to my feet, but the forces that be are trying to shackle my mind, but I am flying above the unforgiving injustice just like my mother’s mother, mother’s mother.

I wish I could tell you face to face that I am thankful for your sacrifice, the wales that are embedded on your back, your sleepless nights, and most of all, I am grateful for you're fighting soul.  I have been granted solitude because of you, I can breathe without pain, and laugh without fear. My eyes are wide open, because your eyes are closed.  Closed and bound with memories that will forever haunt my kind.  Sleep well my love, don’t you worry about me, you have given me freedom to spread my wings and fly.  

 

I feel your spirit in the middle of it all, and I am living through your soul.  When I am sitting still, lost or weary, I hear your voice, and it says, “All shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well” Julian of Norwich.