⏱This old scratched Seiko watch emerged out of a box last Sunday.
It was my beloved late grandfathers; a nostalgic score to remind me of his well-timed ways. I put the watch on as I went about my cleaning and culling.
Later I noticed the seconds hand was moving.
AHA, IT’S ALIVE!
I was thrilled to see the resurrection of function in this old workhorse, running off the kinetic motion of my moving around.
It wasn’t until a day or two later, adamantly wearing the clunky watch as my new prized vintage position that I realised the significance. At this time of Samhain - the death spoke in the wheel of the year - the ancestors are close and the veils thin. It’s the time for us to honour them, feed them, feel them.
My Grandy’s watch, ticking & telling me the time with the charging-up of my movement, was poignantly symbolising what’s available to us when we engage and relate to our ancestors.
When we ‘wear’ them, relate to them, honour their essence, we bring life to them. N.E.R.D - no one ever really dies - especially our ancestors, whose spirits keenly serve their blood lineage (us, the alive ones) who are currently carrying the baton of breath in the relay of life. They are there for us. Even the ones who, though perhaps LONG forgotten, link us to out indigenous membership on Spaceship Earth.
We have them as intimate allies who are awaiting activation. BUT! This only happens when we live with them, utilise them, access them and appreciate them. Just like my ol’ grandfathers watch. Their benevolence is ours for utilising if only we’re bold and humble enough to honour our elders and call upon their support. Every single one of us has this option...if you choose 🖤
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