Ancestral guides.

September 2018

The woman in the first photograph is my great grandmother Edouardina or Meme Milot. My mother’s father’s mother. Three generations back from me. I came across this photo of her as a young teen and I’ve kept it close ever since. Something about her face, her expression and her overall energy draws me in so strongly. I feel so close to her even though we’ve never met.

I’ve spent the last twenty years of my life in study of broken and lost culture in history as I’ve felt my indigenous culture was taken from my line long ago. Very recently I found out that this woman pictured above, my great grandmother spoke Abenaki fluently along with French. This one little finding, although it doesn’t give me much basis to claim anything, made my heart feel a sensation I’m not sure I’ve felt before. Kind of like when you are coming home.

My grandmother Mary, Edouardina’s daughter-in-law (pictured together in the last image above) has been with me ever since she passed when I was nine years old. I was blessed to witness her last breath, but more than that a dream, that very night, of her dancing in the back yard, young again and free from her body. She floated over to me, wrapped her arms around me and shared her joy. I was so comforted by this and it shaped my perception of passing over to the spirit world.

Both of these women mean the world to me. They speak to me in dreams, through intuitive readings, through my work and my heart. I feel so guided and protected by their presence. I am aware of the vast information they know that I do not because I am here in body form.

In this life I am working hard on healing an ancestral line that has been broken for generations. I’m part of mending the quilt, weaving missing links and threading in love. These two women are assisting me in every step.

The middle image (artist unknown) I chose a ways back when I randomly came across it, I looked at it and felt my heart swell. That image portrays what I feel having these two women with me.