26/10/2024
The ancestors beckon and call on us to remember, to reconcile, to reunite. Have you heard their calls? I hear my maternal grandmother while I fry up bacon and butter toast for others with all the little what nots oh my kitchen windowsill. I hear my paternal grandmother urging me to get to the polls and vote like all livings being depend on it. I hear my brother laughing joyously as I watch the leaves dancing in all the lovely shadows. I feel my heart expand into the future knowing I am guided and protected by so much love. You are too. Don’t forget it. Sending waves and waves and waves of 💗 out into the universe