Ancient ancestors, early migration

by · November 26, 2018

Life for me these days swings between testing and tired, seemingly without any other state in between.

Today’s lesson results from a few days of processing of the grand question of migrations and settling of my ancestors in the old country. Some tens of thousands of years ago.

You know, way way back.

Of course, this is all because my own genealogy work since 2002 has been able to trace my four grandparents, and theirs for several generations and then there’s a gap, of hundreds of years… No, actually the gap is of thousands of years.

Therefore, if I’m ever to know, if I’m ever to leave a legacy of my family history for my offspring and the children of my cousins, to know where they come from… what am I to say?

I’m leaning towards this:

You come from the UK and Ireland. Your grandparents and their parents lived in settlements here, here and here, but before that, I’m not sure.

What I do know, the UK, Ireland and the surrounding parts is your homeland. You can get down on your knees and kiss the soil if you return there and know in your bones your ancestors toiled the earth there for hundreds, if not thousands of years.

Past that, I’m sorry my dears, that’s all I can tell you. After that, it’s conjecture, unproven… not scientifically proven (at least in my lifetime).

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However…

However, I do advise to stay open to the unseen mysteries. Keep your mind open, especially when touching the edges of what is known and unknown.

What may arise are beautiful questions and tapestries of mysterious quality, the questions, the truth and the unknown seem to weave…

I trust you will explore the questions and the mysteries with wonder and awe, and feel in your bones what it might have been like for your ancestors in the old country making way for your existence in the world.

Love forever ❤️

Image from Jean Manco’s book Ancestral Journeys: The Peopling of Europe from the First Ventures to the Vikings

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Holding space for grief, heart wide open
mending brokenness with words, colour, texture
inspired in the twilight of our days on this land
not ours.
Welling up with gratitude and despair both
hope is but a glimmer, yet joy is trembling
bursting forth
as the birds sing and flowers blossom
may we take pleasure as we mourn.

Welcome

These days, we are making sense of things after climbing out of a deep sleep, post-pandemic.

Our bodies feel anxious about the rise of fascism and evidence of roiling climate crises at every turn.. and so, as we increase our conscious awareness, it’s important to increase connection, each in our own local communities and become fluent with our channels for mutual aid.

Attempting to maintain control through all this uncertainty is a normal response, though it’s likely to feel triggered and confused.. do relax and feel into whatever comes up, and know it is normal in urgent times like these.. reach out to loved ones, let them know they can count on you, and allow them to be there for you, too……

I’m over here in Vancouver Canada, picking up the pieces of my shattered life. I find it helpful to use writing (journaling) and making things, listening to the land and feeling into my ancestors and reclamation as therapy to work through (and hopefully beyond) post-concussion symptoms.

Thank you for visiting.

As always, I would love to hear from you.. the usual channels, or by email at hitrish @ gmail .com  ❤️ 

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