Cultures around the world all have their own way to call to their ancestors in times of need; to call down their collective strength and wisdom; to find guidance on our journeys and the strength to pick ourselves up when we have stumbled and fallen on our paths.
For me, the word ‘ancestor’ means something older, deeper, than common lineage. For me, an ancestor points to what we are made of; old, ancient, the stuff of universes, of stars.
In this journey filled with doubt and hesitation, it means remembering my Soul chose to have this experience and that I am more than my doubts, my fears, or my current perceived limitations. I cry out from the depths for reconnection with the heavens. Fanning my inner flames to burn even brighter. Remembering my strength and the knowledge that I am whole.