what are you thankful for?
"be careful what mentor you choose; you'll get all the bad parts too," says Shawn.
the same goes with parents, only we don't get to pick them. all the grief gets passed on like toxins through the breast milk. (scratch that: not toxins. these have been the greatest teachings of my life, and it would surely be dull without them.)
it's only been the last few months that i've allowed myself to acknowledge all the traumas and griefs in my own lineage, on both sides. up until recently, i'd always operated under the assumption that i was impervious to the various abuses that exist in my family; although not all directly experienced by me because my parents were amazing at "breaking the cycle," the fear and trauma they carried, and thus the associated behavior, have successfully been inherited.
and of course this was passed on to them from their parents and their parents and their parents all the way back to the conquer, whenever that was for my ancestors. but that's a whole different tangent.
because my point here is a positive one.
i'm thankful that just as the hurts and traumas are passed on, so too can the healing and learning (even after the bird has flown the coop). i'm thankful that my mom is still continuing down here own soul-seeking journey, and includes me in the learnings (because most likely i can stand to learn the same lessons she does). i'm thankful that she gave so completely of herself, to help me become who i am today, for better or worse, allowing me now to sort through all the pieces, leaving what doesn't work for me, and continuing down my own road.
and i'm so thankful for those six teens who are about to go out for three days and acknowledge and heal their own ancestral grief. it's big work, and they're a beautiful example for us all.
the same goes with parents, only we don't get to pick them. all the grief gets passed on like toxins through the breast milk. (scratch that: not toxins. these have been the greatest teachings of my life, and it would surely be dull without them.)
it's only been the last few months that i've allowed myself to acknowledge all the traumas and griefs in my own lineage, on both sides. up until recently, i'd always operated under the assumption that i was impervious to the various abuses that exist in my family; although not all directly experienced by me because my parents were amazing at "breaking the cycle," the fear and trauma they carried, and thus the associated behavior, have successfully been inherited.
and of course this was passed on to them from their parents and their parents and their parents all the way back to the conquer, whenever that was for my ancestors. but that's a whole different tangent.
because my point here is a positive one.
i'm thankful that just as the hurts and traumas are passed on, so too can the healing and learning (even after the bird has flown the coop). i'm thankful that my mom is still continuing down here own soul-seeking journey, and includes me in the learnings (because most likely i can stand to learn the same lessons she does). i'm thankful that she gave so completely of herself, to help me become who i am today, for better or worse, allowing me now to sort through all the pieces, leaving what doesn't work for me, and continuing down my own road.
and i'm so thankful for those six teens who are about to go out for three days and acknowledge and heal their own ancestral grief. it's big work, and they're a beautiful example for us all.
posted by december at 9:57 PM
3 Comments:
Hmm... I'm thankful for rocks, gathering intentions and love. I'm thankful for healing broken hearts, bird song at dawn and chainsaws... for friendship that ages like wine. Did I mention breath, spirit, nakedness and dreaming... connection and beauty. Oh yes, and words, and language and blessings and prayers answered over and over again...
Summer
in all it’s warm winded
delight
is creeping through the hills.
The Redwoods,
in all their
pomp and glory,
shall we say…
seem to be somewhat adverse
to
dry bones,
retaining every last drop of damp moistness,
calling in the very fog itself,
which
until this morning
quiet depressed me,
at which point
having walked through the
old twisted oaks
and out into the
dew laden
meadow, a rainbow
nearly leaping out of the very sky itself
so softly birthed from
*Tokala
and shone immaculate against
a backdrop of fog,
which I’ll remind you
was not
the least bit
depressing.
I’ll admit the truth
of my love
for skies dripping dampness,
reminiscent
of being down wind from waterfalls
and really
isn’t it just that?
This life of walking
on earth
always downwind
from waterfalls, or skyfalls.
And rain is like sky
falling
and suddenly the space between
disappears
and the taste of rain
is the taste of sky
and even with my feet
firmly on the ground
my lips kiss the heavens.
*Tokala, a primitive camp named after the Gray Fox
Luv ya and pce.
Rubye
oh ruby-love... i'm thankful for you and your words as well.
c
I am thankful I have this amazing daughter. She is like a beautiful butterfly who keeps returning to the cacoon and reimmerging even more magnificient. She was amazing when she was a kid - though she was very good at pushing my buttons. She is truly something to behold as she prepares for her 24th year in this life cycle. Her journey is not yet complete, but when it is, we will all have evolved to the place of peace she seeks so completely.
I love you Cassi - Mom :)
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