Visions, what are they? Are they “real”? Make-believe? Products of an idle mind? Products of an active mind? Made of inspiration? Or access to another realm? I’m not sure the answer matters as much as what the vision gives us.
I had an incredible vision this week, the first since seeing the man and the old log cabin a year and a half ago. In a moment of contemplation of my deceased mother, she came to me and told me I wasn’t alone. And as she did so, out of thin air relative upon relative appeared, one by one, back through time to show me I very much have support. And I began to weep. My mother had always very much been my support structure in her life, helping me almost daily. And it’s been a tremendous journey learning to live without that.
And as much as I miss my mom terribly, it’s been important for me to learn to stand on my own two feet. My vision, real or imagined, helped me to remember than even though my ancestors are not here with me physically, they are here spiritually in my heart, each and every one of them. And I can call on them, in moments of sadness or moments of joy and they are there with me.
Honor your ancestors, they made you what you are.