Every ancestor who dropped to their knees in fervent prayer
Whispering the stories of your birth, your mother’s birth before you, and her mother’s before her.
They scraped the shards of glass from every burden
Held every tear in their wombs, soothed every scar into softness
Waiting for a moment of grace to sing their names amidst the darkness.
They wanted to know you, each and every one of you.
You were born generations ago in Spirit
And have lived cumulative lifetimes in realms unseen.
You chose this lifetime to embody them
To carry yourself with honor
Their names echoing through your veins
Their love becoming your breath.
They chose you as much as you chose them.
Love them.
Love yourself.
It is the only way to live
Now and for all eternity.