I honor the lives of my ancestors by becoming free from the beliefs that kept them down, to recognize their efforts and become a wiser and more caring person with the freedom to change and grow as life goes on. Same as maturing and developing autonomy from my parents. They did the best they could, and my life gives me the freedom to find my own honest way, to experience connections that my parents could not see, which the modeled to me. I help their legacy by discovering my own living truth, by being a responsive human in the lineage I am part of.
When a person dies, beliefs and constrictions release. Anything that separates falls away. If an ancestor or a parent who has died could see us now, that personified love would include wanting us to be free from their ways of thinking. They'd want us to live life unconstricted by the constraints they experienced and taught us. The stuff we got trapped by. There's an inherent forgiveness about that, an ability to move on. It's a strong sense I've gotten since my dad died. I've spoken with other people who have lost a parent and had similar insights.
That was something I wrote on Facebook, which came up as a memory from this day in 2015. It fits just right into the work I'm doing now with Biodynamic Craniosacral, since this work helps the body tissues release conditioned patterns. We can actually release the stuff from the body rather than just managing ourselves for the rest of our lives, which actually speaks to the impermanence of conditioning. It may seem like we get permanently changed from life's hard knocks but the underlying health and vitality that knows about freedom is always here, ready to re-emerge and rejoin the joyous openness we truly are.
Before Leonard Skinner there was Rumi, saying "But how should the cage-bird know about the air?"