The Power of Ancestors
I recently visited the cemeteries and grave sites of my family. Each soul is sacred and with each grave stone there is a story. Taken together they represent my ancestral identity. I do not inhabit this world alone; my family was assigned to me without my consent. My ancestral identity surrounds me, and there is no escaping their presence. At Holyrood Cemetery lies my father’s father, … Continue reading The Power of Ancestors