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Healing Ancestral Wounds through the Inner Work

Earlier this year I attended my first ancestors healing circle. I was invited to bring in a photo of an ancestor and call them into the healing space. We sat in a circle and I was asked to share who I was calling into the space and why.

field of wild daisies in the forest


I called into the space my grandmother Rosemary. She was known for always speaking her mind, fearlessly, and often, without a filter. Laughable in some moments and taken aback in others. Looking back on her life, more than anything what I have is admiration for her authenticity, and for her unwavering voice. I think about the ways I have struggled to share my voice. I called her into the space to bring in authentic being and assist me in elevating my voice.


I reflected on the ways my grandmother didn't have all the same privileges, opportunities, or resources that I do. I thought about how her time in this physical world was impacted because she didn't have the things I do and how life for her might have been different. There's a complex grief that shows up in ancestral works. There's a sadness and longing for a life that could have been. Sometimes there's a guilt for being in a position to go farther. And as I realize that my position in this life exists because of those who came before me, I feel honor and gratitude. I am comforted in the idea that my grandmother's voice is not gone, but lives on in me.


I use to think the work I do, of sharing my offerings and holding supportive spaces, was for me and those I serve. But I'm realizing my purpose is much bigger than that. Like a strongly rooted tree, I am able to do what I do because of and for those who came before me and those who continue to guide me and walk alongside me. Healing ancestral wounds, I am in a marathon of life that started long before I could even run or even existed in this physical form. In my own pursuits of purpose, inner work, and living life in the fullest expression possible, I am continuing what they started, and healing not only myself and my community, but my lineage too.



In Honor of Our Ancestors



yearbook photo of black female in the 70s, Rosemary Heath
Rosemary Heath 12/8/1952 - 10/2/2020

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