Posted in Inspiration, Prayer

Ancestor Prayer

When you were born,

The earth became your body,

The stone became your bone,

The sea became your blood,

The sun became your eye,

The moon became your mind,

The wind became your breath.

When you passed to the Otherworld,

Your breath became the wind,

Your mind became the moon,

Your eye became the sun,

Your blood became the sea,

Your bone became the stone,

Your body became the earth.

When we were born, you did the same for us:

You called forth the earth and rocks;

The sea arose and the sun descended;

The moon shone down and the winds sang.

For those who come after, we shall do as you did for us,

When we are gone, we shall do as you did before.

Ancestors, we honor you.

Posted in Consiousness, Prayer

More consciousness

I am praying for more consciousness, to not miss a single thing and to make choices that yield no regret. I am not doing so well at it, and this decision came because of another missed opportunity that happened today.

A little white haired lady keeps nodding at me when I drive by, or when I walk the dogs with my cousins on Sundays. I know her from a distance and I know that she used to interact with Mom a great deal. Recently I found a picture of Mom as she was young. She was in the company of another man, not my father, but I guess he could have been. I happened to find out that she had a thing with this man before Dad, and it so happens to be the brother of the little white haired lady who no longer lives in town. I’ve been meaning to talk to her and been contemplating visiting her. I’m sure she has some stories to tell about Mom, stories and memories I cling onto right now, but my heart is still raw, and I’m not sure if I could hear them just yet and smile back at her in memory.

As I drove home today, I saw the little lady a few blocks from her house. She is slow going and walks with the help of a walker. I had to stop at the interaction, and she saw me. Slowly she made her way to my car window and grabbed my hand, apologizing about having missed the funeral. She couldn’t have walked that far. I now wished I could have picked her up so she could pay her last respects. I might still take her to the cemetery another time and we can visit Mom together. Somehow I feel a connection to this little lady, like I know her on a soul level.

There she stood next to my window crying about poor Mom, while she clenched my hand and made me cry as well. “Best, best Wises to you” she said, squeezing my hand once more, eventually moving on, and still crying. And would did I do? I cried too and drove away like a coward, taken by the unexpected, not facing up to it. I should have parked and walked with her. I should have not let her hurting heart walk alone, and I sure hope she made it home safe and sound.

I have much work to do and I hope I can be more conscious and not miss these opportunities that are everything in the future. Tonight my heart hurts because of my actions once more. For I don’t know what I am doing, please hear my prayer.