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FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION

GENERATIONS

MAY 6, 2026 ~ ANCESTORS! Along my journey, I started to believe that all my current projects related to my ancestors. Meandering through the generations was sometimes an exhausting journey! From generation to generation, I trudged through both the “beautiful and terrible” of my ancestors and my relationships with them. Relationships are not easy and never smooth, and I endured the sting of the prickles! But you can’t skip over that “ancestor thing” that tells you every day that your DNA and theirs are forever entwined. I cannot change that, so I determined to find peace around it. When someone says “you are just like your Aunt Eirene, I can’t refute it. It’s true! I must tell you that completion of the major parts of this memoir took a vast amount of energy and fortitude from me!

An era has passed. I have just completed writing this memoir of my life, after laboring for more than three years, far too long to be writing a book about your life journey. Writing one book for multiple years can mess up one’s mind! Examining the moments of my life snatched my joy for a good period. This memoir did not birth itself! Writing it was not really ordinary writing. Instead I “birthed” it through serious “labor pains” I had to breathe through, and without a midwife!

The memoir is not quite edited and tweaked enough to go to the publisher, but it’s close. I have some emotions leftover from the writing and creating. I needed to name my emotions in the writing process, and now I need to name the emotions that came with me back into the real world.

Of course melancholy would be my primary emotion. It may be the result of the exhaustion of writing. It may be regret or sadness when thinking about my ancestors. It may be about looking back at the relationships I cherished and the ones that were chock full of sorrow, anger, disappointment, etc. No one, in my opinion, can walk away from the stories of their “beautiful and terrible” lives unscathed.

Be at peace, my good friend, for there is nothing your worries can do but make you tired. What will be, will be, shaped by currents deeper and stronger than we can swim against. Instead of flailing in time, let us trust in what is without time: the steadfast presence of the sacred in the midst of our struggle. That is our lifeline, trust in a power unseen but felt to the marrow of the soul. Hold on to that firm hand and be at peace as it takes you to calmer water. ~Bishop Steven Charleston

I have to say that writing my “Spirit Stories” as I call them was an unforgettable undertaking of both personal reflection, as well as reflection on the place of my ancestors in my life and make peace with that and breath of my ancestors. The stories revealed themselves to me and I recorded them as if they were a writ of ancestry, or I might call it a sacred document, because every part of it required a chunk of my heart.

My burning question is “what will I do with myself now?” Today, I sorted some jewelry and pressed some shirts. Since I retired and faced serious illness, I get “kind of” dressed up on some days: hair, makeup, jewelry and clothes that look decent! I did today, in black leggings and a bright pink shirt, because I felt I should mark the day in some way, celebrating the completion of this book, “Spirit Stories: A sMeandering Memoir from My Sacred Path.”

I think now I will find a grassy, peaceful meadow and fall asleep beside a flowing stream in the verdant grass with a scattering of colorful wildflowers.

P.S~ If I fall asleep in this field of dandelions, I will regret it!

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Reflecting on a Memoir


If I do any reflection or contemplation of spiritual truth, I can best do it in a peaceful place like the one depicted in this watercolor art—soft light, peaceful color, a canopy of trees, nothing going on, just silence with a bit of birdsong. I can’t often go to such places so I paint them and imagine myself there. It works.

I have been writing a spiritual memoir to be released sometime in August. Just imagine—all the multitude of my stories from this blog together in one book! I sort of cringe when I think about it. I have been writing my memoir for months, and the process revealed many truths to me. The stories—I call them Spirit Stories—unfold from reflection, contemplation, and experiencing my life events all over again. Emotions arise in me as I remember, and tears cleanse my spirit. Experiencing past life in present time reveals so much insight and healing. I am learning a lot about “my truth” in the process. These are just a few of the things I have realized so far.

  1. Even the smallest events in my life teach me big, important lessons.
  2. People are not always what they seem, including me!
  3. I think I may have been placed on the earth to be hurt by mean people.
  4. When I fall—face-in-the-dirt fall—I always get back up. So far!
  5. Sometimes I do not fall. Someone pushes me!
  6. I found my truth while reflecting on and writing my memoir.

So that’s what I’ve been up to. That’s why you haven’t heard from me much here. But just wait for the book to be released. You will learn more about me than you ever wanted to know! Deciding to write my memoir was a long, confusing process for me. I ruminated about it for years. But I landed on the fact that speaking my truth (to all three people who want to hear it) is important. Saying it clearly and out loud is an important life thing, even if I’m the only person who hears.

Anne Lamott expresses the important life thing like this:

You are going to feel like hell if you never write the stuff that is tugging on the sleeves of your heart—your stories, visions, memories, songs: your truth, your version of things, in your voice. That is really all you have to offer us, and it’s why you were born.

Anne Lamott