23/02/2026
💚 ANCESTRAL THREADS 💚
I remember a dream I had sometime after Baka passed into the Spirit World.
She came to me, sat opposite me, in silence and held the backs of her hands up.
She then took her hands off like a pair of gloves and gave them over to me.
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That dream, was a medicine dream.
A direct revelation from the veils of transition.
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I knew that she was literally handing me her knowledge, to keep the flame burning.
To hold the ancestral stories for the generations to come.
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I find myself through these days, reflecting about my relationship with my dad.
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The way we bond is through gardening.
Through the tending of the soil & harvesting our abundant gifts of nourishment.
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Ancestral work isn't about dressing up for social media such as I have done here, it surpasses the irrelevance of it all.
It's humbling
Unravelling
Gritty
&
Simple
But it's also
Grieving old stories
Tending to Memories
So that they can nourish the seeds of time.
Trying to grip onto tender moments, knowing that they too will have their cycle.
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Dad has enjoyed telling me how to make peach jam while he lays in his hospital bed.
And I
harvest the tomatoes in hope that he returns to complain about my gourds taking over.
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Sourcing Grief.
Carmen x
