We Ancestors

A few minutes go, my Irish grandmother,
Brigid Elizabeth Gibbons,
admired my baby, and now
she’s away and he is forty-eight.
An hour or so it’s been,
since I watched my Italian nonna,
Maria Angelina Caterina,
stir polenta with a wooden spoon.
How can sixty years have passed?

 

Ancestors have made the way for me
even as I make a path
for descendants who make the future.
Grandmothers who went ahead
now come present, touchable.
There is a way being made,
a spiral road, intricate with epochs
that pass by again at intervals,
and in waving distance.
Nonna! Che piacere vederti!
Elizabeth, is the wind still at your back?

In the elegant curve of space-time,
we forebears make the way,
greeting so-called past and future.
Without even leaving
the present’s widened reach,
we travel between the times
like particles taking every path
in the no-edge multiverse.
There are ways being made!
Wormholes, geodesics,
intersecting roads that link us all
in more dimensions than we know.
Grandmothers who went ahead,
come touchable and present!

©Susa Silvermarie 2018

Will It Work for Everyone

My Dad depended on binaries, true or false his only lens. On the phone with him years ago, I once casually referred to my lover Jeannie instead of my roommate Jeannie. I could almost feel him stagger backwards as he hollered for my mother, Marie! to come to the phone to rescue him. It was a horror for his small mind to consider something outside his binaries, and he seemed to quickly bury the experience.  Binary thinking feels safe.  Right/wrong, yes/no, good/bad, start/finish. It creates a world where things are black or white.

Halloween is a liminal time of year, liminal meaning occupying a position at, or on both sides of,  a threshold. It strikes me as an auspicious time to look beyond the veil of all binary perceptions.  What are our absolutes? Let’s be bold enough to disinter and examine them, to find the heretofore hidden gradations (the grey between the black and white) between their absolute end points. There is always a continuum filled with increments, a whole range of ways of doing things, an entire spectrum of ways of being. Intersex, for example, falls on the midpoint of the gender spectrum, binaries of male and female at either end. Absolutism will never make a world that works for everyone, as we are seeing so clearly in the ramifications of today’s US politics.

I dare us—to explore and explode  our own binaries! The doorways of perception are inviting us.

 

 

Her Story

Maria Angelina Caterina dal Vago Sartori 1916

Since the Day of the Dead last year, when I wrote about my Italian Grandmother, I have learned her full name and have planned my visit to the places where she came of age. She has guided me toward these milestones. Today as the veil is lifted between the worlds, I laugh and visit  with my Nonna, full to the brim with gratitude, Her name is Maria Angelina Caterina dal Vago Sartori. In April I travel to Acquaviva delli Fonti and to Udine to honor her. And to honor all the forgotten female ancestors whose names and stories have been lost to family history.

Here is my post about Nonna from Day of the Dead 2017.

 

 

 

Ancestor Windows

 

They say the veil between the worlds is thin on Hallomas Eve, aka Halloween, aka Day of the Dead, aka Samhain. I have found it so, and the curve of time-space may let us visit not only with Ancestors, but with those to whom you yourself are Ancestor!

Stand, then, in the middle of a room between two open windows. Look toward the window on your left.  Glimpse, outside the window on your left, a weaving line of Ancestors, beginning with your parents and grandparents, vibrating back into obscurity. Look toward the window on your right. Glimpse, outside the window on your right, the Descendants of your body or your heart, a pulsing line of people you do no recognize but who seem so familiar.

In the room in the house of your life-time, you close your eyes. You hear a humming like a bee hive, you feel a wave throbbing with life and generativity. You sense your throbbing place in a cord of life-times. You open your eyes and walk toward one of the windows. Notice which window you have approached,  the Ancestor window on your left, or, the Descendant window on your right.

You lean out of the window to look. A figure in the distance, 200 years before  you, or, 200 years ahead of you, is trying to get your attention, smiling at you with radiance. When you give this figure your attention, a clear focus emerges, You  greet the figure with a bow and you begin your Day of the Dead visit, full of curiosity and gratitude.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

with thanks to Jean Houston for her course, Unlocking Your Quantum Powers