In Memory of Kyla Hidsen Lewis Weave a shawl between yourself and your last happy ancestors. Weave a shawl that keeps in mind all of your old timers who were broken by the world, who never had a chance, who were on the bad end of the enforced trading of homeland for homelessness, the ones who were hardened by Empire, who came to see this world in rigid ways, the ones who lived in fear daily of what others might do to them or what they might do to others, who lived in shame daily of what they let others do to them and what they did to others.
Beautifully expressed. Its a practice of mine to share the sweetness if life with my ancestors. I love the weaving of a shawl, such a beautiful living imagery to rest into. I shall be weaving one meditation with them. Thanks Tad.
This is beautiful, Tad. I started writing all the stories of my ancestors that I can remember. You are right, they are with us, as we are facing the sun. And we feed them as they feed us. Thank you.
Beautifully expressed. Its a practice of mine to share the sweetness if life with my ancestors. I love the weaving of a shawl, such a beautiful living imagery to rest into. I shall be weaving one meditation with them. Thanks Tad.
This is beautiful, Tad. I started writing all the stories of my ancestors that I can remember. You are right, they are with us, as we are facing the sun. And we feed them as they feed us. Thank you.