From Kat McNally:
Today’s prompt and image come from Cindy Mearns. In the new year, Cindy will be helping me to map out my ancestry… and shine light on the gifts and wounds I carry and transmit through the next generation. I am thrilled to be sharing Cindy’s considerable gifts with the Reverb15 community.
As each year progresses, we unknowingly gather many thoughts, beliefs, and patterns to us. In fact, what we are carrying may have been passed down to us from previous generations.
Looking at the thoughts and patterns that may be holding you back from living the life you want, trace back through the generations of your family and see if your beliefs originated generations ago.
In 2016, how can you bring healing to these patterns of thought that are holding you back?
I hold my maternal grandparents in the highest esteem. Everything that I am, have been comes from them through their DNA, through the stories my mother tells me. I feel them in my very marrow. That is not to say, I don’t feel my paternal heritage. I just don’t feel them as strong. My father have never told me any stories.
My grandfather was a man of letters, a stern schoolmaster. He was revered, respected and loved as well. He passed on the magic of words to me. I love the power and beauty of them, how you can paint pictures and stir up emotions with them. They have the ability to hurt and heal. I have been hurt by other people’s words, but I have saved my life with mine. I am careful with my words. I respect what they can do.
My grandmother was a very courageous woman. She survived Mao Tse Tung’s regime. Many things are done in the name of/for the cause when a country is in a revolution as China was. My grandparents were victims of such. My grandfather escaped with his life but in his place my grandmother was jailed. Her strength and faith enabled her to live. She believed that the heavens would save her and they did. She gave me her mettle.
I feel their blood and spirits in me. I feel them as I am sitting here, tap, tapping out my words. The Chinese worship their ancestors. We walk their mountains every year. It is called such because traditionally graves were in the mountains. We take food, burn incense and paper money, bow and pour libation for them. To you, my grandparents. Rest in heavenly peace and look down/after me once in awhile.