To our children and our children’s children

To our children and our children’s children for ages to come and back through time…..

 

We come into this life fresh and new. We look around us in wonder. How can it be that this marvel of a world exists?

And here we are, living in it. Nay, we rise up from within it; for truly, we are a piece of this miracle.

 

And so we walk through our days.

 

Some of our days are sun filled, a joyous dance to life. But all too often our days are confusing. We forget who we are, where we are graced to be living. 

We forget where we have come from, where we are going.

 

We forget that we have companions. We might think we are alone, separate, trudging along a road that has grown dark and dreary.

 

Perhaps today your pathway is rutted. Littered with rocks; bisected by roots. 

Perhaps brambles reach out, seemingly intent on grabbing at your shirt, your hair, scratching your cheek, leaving you scratched and bleeding.

Just a little … or maybe a lot.

 

It was told to me once, by a wise and surprisingly sprightly old man with whom I worked in his gardens (perhaps he was an astonishingly tall elf) that it is not up to us to make sense out of our lives. It is simply for us to live them.

It is in the looking back, years later, he said, that the meaning emerges.

 

And so, my loves, I say to you, “Walk and keep on walking. Know that you are truly doing the best you can do getting down the path that is before you. In each and every moment, doing the best you can do. Now. Perhaps at some other time you will do better but for now this is the best that is possible

But don’t stop. Just keep on keepin’ on. And trust.”

 

In the tomorrow of all the tomorrows, looking back you will find the ‘through-line’ that has carried you into today.

 

With love & respect,

Your Ancestor