Warm Belly

Do you ever imagine or dream or call to your well-ancestors?

We idolize certain historical figures. In our minds we think that somehow they were not subject to the same natural and human laws that we are. We try to extricate ourselves from the reality, but they were born and real people.

There is a particular ancestor that I have seen in inner vision. I don’t know much about her but let me paint a vague image.

She is of my father’s mother’s line. I see her sitting on a bench or a log next to a fire with a forest in the background. I don’t see it but there is a road. In one instance, she referred me to her teacher, who was more of a light than a physical being to me. I get the sense that she is someone that counsels folks with an inner authority and from unseen knowing. She is my ancestor, she lives in my DNA. She is a grandmother who holds safe the information that, passed down, benefits the future of human.

Grandmothers have a unique role in passing down valuable information, holding it safe until one is born who has the capacity and desire to carry it. Each grandmother ferments and grows the information, even as it seems she is only the reservoir.

What is the whisper that is underneath our skin? What is the secret, the sparkle in our life, that could transform by paying attention to it?

I am in the grandmother stage of life. My belly and heart hold a warmth and it is also true that I too need my grandmother and my star ancestors and all of my relatives.

When imagination of what I can do runs dry, I long for my grandmother’s wisdom. It is also true that the warmth in my own belly is here and waiting.