This thought presented this morning.
Currently living back in the town where I was born, the issue of old memories is a constant weight.
There are parts of this town where I won't go beyond certain streets due to memory influx. I live in an area of town now that wasn't built during my childhood, and I shop and visit areas that were outside our usual range back then, so I feel a little like I'm living in a new town.
But there is an energy to places, and I know the energy of this area. The buoyancy of the air this far from the sea, the sound of the birds local to this region, the build-up to storms, and the parchedness of the dry.
I have run from the ghosts of this town's memories.
I have tried to forget them,
leave them behind, come back,
hoping it would be different.
But today, finally, it occurred to me to heal the ghosts. It's an option I didn't know I had even a year ago.
Heal them.
Seems so simple.
And kind to both of us.
If you are interested in ancestor lineage healing let me introduce you to the work of Daniel Foor PhD. His website is Ancestral Medicine.
