Celebrating our family’s Valentine, Aunt Betty Deeny!
My Aunt Reba never married, resided with her parents, and was close with her family – a path I see myself walking five decades later.
Myths, folklore, ancestral connections Embedded in my memory Energizing my spirit The paths of those who came before Walking alongside my own Ethereal Celtic voices and harps Drums and flutes of the First Nation Lungs coated by coal dust Hands that pulse with the earth’s soul Your imprints grounded in nature and DNA Continue reading “Motivational Monday Poem: Ancestral Connections”
As I wonder about the possible sins of my ancestors, I pay closer attention to my own prejudices and biases.
ANCESTORS I carry with me the genetic links to my ancestors But the path I walk is mine alone to traverse I honor their past, the struggles and triumphs Yet I journey on towards an unwritten future Their stories overflow with potential Yet mine remain at the mercy of the eraser I yearn toContinue reading “Motivational Monday Poem: Genealogical Authors”
DAY 47: Remembering my Irish Immigrants My three times great-grandfather died 116 years ago today from “cancer of the stomach” (a direct quote from a letter written by his wife to her mother-in-law). Ever since I learned about him and his wife immigrating to America from Ireland, I’ve been fascinated with their story. Part ofContinue reading “Day Forty-Seven of the 111 Day Writer’s Journey”
DAY 34: Motivational Monday poem – Ancestral Seeds I often think of seeds planted Long before my body and spirit met The men and women who choices Defined not only their lives But fertilized the ground from which I stemmed I imagine the place they once called home And the steps they took to findContinue reading “Day Thirty-Four of the 111 Day Writer’s Journey”
DAY 18: A Genealogy Clue My interest in genealogy research continues to inspire me. Today was no different. I learned more information about a possible clue in finding our rumored Native American lineage: a name passed down from my great grandmother that turns out to be a city in Northern Michigan. I immediately went intoContinue reading “Day Eighteen of the 111 Day Writer’s Journey”
DAY TWO: A Grand Godmother I went scouring through old photos albums tonight, looking for a picture from when I journeyed with friends to see the Pope speak in Denver, CO back in 1993. Instead, I stumbled upon a photo much more precious and timely – my grandmother/godmother with me on the day of myContinue reading “Day Two of the 111 Day Writer’s Journey”
In a world currently overwhelmed with social media, digital advances, and fast-paced living, we sometimes race straight past Present and head towards an unknown Future. I admit to the above and, as such, decided to create Sunday SoulJourn as a reminder that life is not a race; it’s a journey. Join me every Sunday asContinue reading “Sunday SoulJourn: Week Two in My Spiritual Journey”