Yesterday was the day we
honor our late ancestors in
my beloved Mexico.
I spent the early hours of the
morn creating my annual
ancestor altar. Truly I was,
and am, very pleased with it.
What I didn't see coming . . .
the dreams that assailed me
last night. I don't know if it
had to do with family on my
mind or the magick of the
season, maybe creating the
altar.
In my dreams, I was still
teaching. My father came to
visit me in my classroom as
I was straightening up after
the day's classes. He told me
he was a bit tired and would
like to rest whilst I put the
room in order.
We simply stayed there. We
sat on the couch in the back
of the classroom and talked
of our family who had gone
before. Like a kaleidoscope
of cherished memories, we
recalled, remembered, and
shed our tears.
For me, it was unbelievable
the number of family I was
able to see. Frankly, I felt
bereaved upon waking.
I feel ever so grateful, so
honored and more than a bit
W O W E D !!!
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