The Old Ones; Their Grace Lives On In Your Bones
- Colleen
- May 7, 2024
- 3 min read
Your great great grandfather could read the wind.
He instinctively knew when to sew and when to reap.
His body never lost its oceanic intelligence and was ever synced with the moon and stars above.
He remained tuned and tapped into the Mother goddess and Father god all of his days.
He was cosmic grace incarnate
He did not fight or resist the forces of nature
He knew their intelligence to be greater than his own.
He bent into them
Becoming as a tree
Surrendering to the force of the wind.
He was a deep and wise listener
Feeler
Seer
Seeker
In touch with the senses afforded him as an embodied soul.
When something troubled him, he would call upon the world of spirit;
The elementals,
The ancestors,
The spirits that followed him into this world on the day he was born.
He lived life fully, peacefully, and most importantly, slowly,
Always taking time to bow his head in thanksgiving for the magnificent feast set before him daily upon the altar of creation.
For this great grandfather
He knew he was blessed beyond measure and he lived in accordance with gratitude, humility and authenticity.
Your Great great great grandmother lived in tune with the heartbeat of the Earth.
She knew Her life force and fed herself from Its abundance
She faced every storm like the bison;
Head on.
Her body and soul, one with the earthly turn of the wheel.
She savored every season and the gifts they faithfully brought forth.
Her troubles were few
But occasionally, when trials presented themselves
She trusted.
Knowing she would never be asked to face the storm alone.
Her faith could move mountains.
Your great great great grandmother,
She knew she was the daughter of the Great Mother,
And she tended to Her as a beloved elder;
With great care and affection.
When she felt strong, she seeded the Earth with beauty.
When she felt weak, she laid her body down to sip from the Mother’s breast.
To be held as a newborn as she filled her cup with Earths sweet nectar.
The two were one
(mother and daughter)
Alert to the needs of the other
Living in harmony
With ease and grace
The earth taught her daughter of flowers and herbs
The daughter used the mother’s intelligence to bring ease and healing to herself, her family, neighbors, friends and strangers alike.
She was gentle, generous and kind.
The poor of spirit found their way to her door often,
For hers was lit like a beacon
Calling out to the poor in spirit.
She shut her door to no one
She flung both her arms and door wide so all felt safe and welcome to sit at her hearth
To be tended and fed.
The grandmother and grandfather knew their worth
Their gifts
Their genius
Their birth rite
They sang with the birds
They danced with the river
Conversed with the stones
Sat their backs against the trees of the forest Breathing in the sunlight
Feeding their own roots and branches with agave, gifted them by the sun’s warmth and light.
They honored one another
They honored the ones who had gone before them,
They drummed
They shook rattles and bells and fed the spirits that followed them
How familiar this sound was to them
Can you feel the familiarity rise in your bones
The excitement?
For in your bones you know this sound
Because within you,
Lives the memory of the grandmother and grandfather,
The ones who never forgot their origin
Who never forgot the blessing of communing with the nature
With the elementals
They never forgot to honor the ones who had gone before them
Your great great grandparents enjoyed the fruits of a life well lived.
Your great grandparents,
They threw stones and bones
Sticks, trinkets and shells
They shook rattles and bells
Much like this one.
Calling in the aide and assistance of the otherworld.
These beloved grandparents sometimes played with the sound of the drum
Mimicking the heartbeat of earth
While they closed their eyes and remembered the womb-sound they knew well and cherished dearly.
Can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the excitement in your bones?
Do you remember?
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