I am a wash in a stew of mixed
emotions on this day. I may never know who my biological father is, I know
without question his (& therefore mine) lineage originates in the North of
Ireland so I honour my ancestors and offer a soul-felt blessing to all those in my homeland that have lost fathers
(brothers, sons, grandsons, nephews) I pray that the day will come when no one
will ever again be subject to the most profound soul pain brought about through
cultural assimilation. There is no pain like the loss of identity. It is with
gratitude that I acknowledge the call my ancestors reaching from beyond to
awaken my soul and remind me of who I am - the wounds in my heart then, have
provided the portal through which is revealed my true identity and a connection
to creation itself.
As for my adopted father - as he now resides in "elder care" the seeds of dementia taking root, intent on making a mockery of what life he has left. I acknowledge the grief that envelopes me for the man I never really knew and that will soon disappear behind the veils of "psychosis." I release the stories that I have long held, which served to reduce the man (both he & I) to reveal the ever present love prevailing.
I give thanks to both my fathers, acknowledging whatever soul agreements we might have made, for without knowing the utter despair and anguish, the ever present turmoil, the cauldron of rage and ancestral amnesia - I could not possibly have developed the compassion and empathy for those that suffer nor the soul-driven stand to be a man of peace.
I pray for the reconciliation of the irreconcilable, the forgiveness of the unforgiveable and for men everywhere to remove themselves from the self-created corridors of irrelevancy and to stand firmly, love ferociously and to uphold the divine identity that is their birthright.
Peace, Namaste, Shalom, Salaam, Om Shanti
As for my adopted father - as he now resides in "elder care" the seeds of dementia taking root, intent on making a mockery of what life he has left. I acknowledge the grief that envelopes me for the man I never really knew and that will soon disappear behind the veils of "psychosis." I release the stories that I have long held, which served to reduce the man (both he & I) to reveal the ever present love prevailing.
I give thanks to both my fathers, acknowledging whatever soul agreements we might have made, for without knowing the utter despair and anguish, the ever present turmoil, the cauldron of rage and ancestral amnesia - I could not possibly have developed the compassion and empathy for those that suffer nor the soul-driven stand to be a man of peace.
I pray for the reconciliation of the irreconcilable, the forgiveness of the unforgiveable and for men everywhere to remove themselves from the self-created corridors of irrelevancy and to stand firmly, love ferociously and to uphold the divine identity that is their birthright.
Peace, Namaste, Shalom, Salaam, Om Shanti
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