A time to honor our unknown ancestors

It is Samhain. It's the time of the year when the air is crisp and cold. Our harvests are done. It is the time when we here in the Western Hemisphere can gather the last of what we had planted so many months ago. With the final harvest, this is a time to understand that there is life in death and death in life. As a priestess of Wicca and a student of Ifa, this time of year is wonderful and divine for me. I have come to understand the circle of life and the thin line between the living and the dying. That's what this time of the year is for me. The other night I was sitting with my fellow sister priestess's of Terra's Temple. We were telling the tales of our ancestors remembering those that we have already connected to or hoping to connect with on a deeper level. I recall my story one of  my own desire to connect with my paternal grandmother who was lost to the family when my father was 11. I never knew her, like so many in my extended family that left before my birth. The roots of my family tree are deep and dark. They reach across the Pacific to the lands that have colonized by Kings and Queens from so many other nations. The roots branch out over this land, digging deep to the indigenous souls that are still walking this earth. There are places where the roots go to that I don't even know and can't imagine. These peoples are the peoples that are unknown to me. I don't know their names and I don't know their faces. I have no information or family documents to pull out of the archives. I only have access to the manifestos […] Read more »