“Walking, I am listening to a deeper way.
Suddenly, all my ancestors are behind me.
Be still, they say.
Watch and Listen.
You are the result of the love
Linda Hogan, Native American Writer
It was at a retreat that we were asked to look at our hands. To look at them and observe the blessings they hold. Those of our ancestors, our parents and their parents and so on. Our Zen master asked us to gently put our hand over our head and believe it is our father or mother loving and blessing us. It was an amazing feeling. The thought of having them with us constantly, looking out for us and being with us was beautiful to comprehend.
Their love is inextricably linked to us and is in our life, if we just become aware of it. Yet we live in such isolation, believing that there is only what is tangible and visible. If they are not with us physically, we believe that they are just not there
It is impossible for us to be here without the love of those who lived before us. To believe that we are born in isolation, live in isolation and behave in entirely unique ways is a fallacy. We are the product of those who we know and those we have never had the chance to meet.
We behave in ways that some of them might have done in. To take the credit for all that we have made of ourself is erroneous. I carry my mothers eyes and my fathers nose. I get my sense of humour from my dads side and my love for life from my mother. Who am I really? if not an amalgamation of all the known and the unknown.
To remember that they are in all the good and the not so good in me, attaches me to them in a new way. To remember this gives me a sense of the immensity and continuity of life.
I like to remember that I am the result of the love of thousands.
It brings a smile to my lips and I feel a happiness envelope me…