ancestry
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Among the Well and Loving Ancestors 🌿☀️🕯️
Today is August 26, 2026—my 49th birthday. 🎂 It is also my grandmother Daisy’s remembrance day. She passed away 44 years ago today, on August 26, 1982, my 5th birthday. And it has been 569 days since my mother, Gloria,… Continue reading
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We Are Not Asked to Copy the Past 🌿
There comes a moment in every seeker’s life when a quiet question begins to rise… Can I honor where I come from without becoming a replica of it? Whether we’re exploring our ancestry, our faith, our culture, or the traditions… Continue reading
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Othala and the Conscious Ancestor
Inheritance, Lineage, and the Courage to Choose What Continues There are moments when a symbol does not merely interest us — it recognizes us. I held the rune Othala in my hand, carved into warm wood like something remembered rather… Continue reading
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When the Cactus Bloomed 🌺🤍🌒
A meditation on patience, perception, and quiet trust This morning nothing changed — and yet everything did. ✨ The cats wrestled in their usual tumble of fur and tail.The sitar and tabla hummed softly through the room.The rocking chair creaked… Continue reading
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When the Seed Does Not Bloom in Plain Sight 🌱✨
Lately I have been sitting with a quiet realization — one that feels both ancient and immediate. It began as a contemplation of the parable of the seeds:some falling on rocky ground,some on dry soil,some on fertile earth. But instead… Continue reading
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🏛️ The Myth That Keeps Rebuilding Itself
New Templar States, New Jerusalems, New Atlantean Dreams There is a myth that refuses to stay buried. It rises under different names, different flags, different gods — but it always carries the same promise: A purified world.A restored order.A people… Continue reading
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Ke-tu-rah 🌬️Life as Fragrance Now
Most people meet Keturah only as a footnote. Abraham’s other wife.After Sarah.After the covenant.After the drama. She’s treated like an appendix to a life already lived. But names tell the truth scripture often hides. Ke-tu-rah means incense.Fragrance.Smoke rising.Scent without form.… Continue reading
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When the Ashes Come Home
🌒🕯️ There are moments that don’t arrive with fireworks or fanfare.They arrive quietly.Almost casually.And yet everything inside you knows: this is exact. Yesterday, I was told I can prepare to receive my mother Gloria’s ashes. Almost a year later. 49… Continue reading
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Healing Through Grief: Embracing Complicated Loss
The Call that Changed Everything… February 5, 2025 I looked over at the dining table.My heart dropped, and simultaneously began to race,as my youngest son’s voiceseemed to fade into silence.A silence replaced bya once-familiar ringtone —now strangely foreign.A ghost note.A… Continue reading
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The photo frame without a face…
The Unknown, The Unnamed, The Forgotten, The Exiled… This empty frame is a threshold within my altar. It is the breath between names, the silence between stories. It is where absence is made sacred. And this I say:🕯️ To the… Continue reading
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