A new day.
Whether it feels like a miracle or a curse,
It is here.
It's such a human dilemma to struggle sometimes to accept the inevitable.
Call up for this moment the images of your ancestors,
Spirits from the past,
And accept their best wishes as you begin this day.
These spirits come in silence,
Of course.
Let them bring the silence of the ages with them.
Weave together the silence and the goodwill of your ancient people into a blanket of comfort.
Wrap it around you.
Feel yourself held and warmed.
Your blood sends this energy throughout your whole body,
Up from your feet to your legs and middle,
Then to your chest and arms and neck and head,
Then around again circulating life.
I look at the brown photograph of an ancestor and wonder,
What was he feeling the moment the picture was snapped?
Surely he felt sadness in his life and anger and ecstasy,
Like me.
Sharing blood,
We share emotions.
And much of what links us is spirit.
Yes,
There is mystery about spirit,
Yet communion,
Too.
Let go of the fierce need to know and allow the fierce passion of spirit.
May you carry on the family now in your own way.
Be supported and strengthened by all those who have gone before.
It is your turn.
Your gift today is your past.