Gateways

It’s been awhile. I’ve been walking a lot, feeding a feral cat, observing the many birds, deer, turtles, snakes, a pesky raccoon, talking to trees and friends, planting herbs, pulling weeds, clearing garden beds, etc.

I have also been thinking about doorways and gateways and the many ways that they become tangible and meaningful.

I’m talking about the doorways that fold me into myself, the ones that, when I perceive them, enfold me into new learnings and teachings.

Labels don’t work for these.

Slight change of subject, many of us did not have the living grandmothers, elders and the teachers that we needed in our youth and have had to find our way through tangled paths. What this has taught us, hopefully, is discernment. We have learned what feels good and what serves us by trial and error. What a difference a teacher can make!

The gateways are for me but the question I have for myself today is:

What can I do to be a living well grandmother, a living well ancestor, and an elder that is so welcomed by the incoming generation? How can I become the invitation to “step up on my back”, to protect and propel that which is entering?

We do the best we can and have faith in our grandchildren, knowing that they too were born with all of the answers already inside.

As always, thank you for reading and please share what feels good.

Love Laura

My paternal grandmother’s immigrant family