falling into love

As we walk into the change of seasons, our Ancestors reach out their hands to gently guide us over the threshold. Each step that we take was enabled by the many they took before us. Each action that they took somehow breathed the possibility of our existence into being at a later time.
I was once told that those who die in Autumn knew they could not survive the winter. Their crossing then, providing the members of their tribe with a final gift of communal help, as they would not be a burden to carry.
The shedding of their physical form gifts us with the download of their spiritual energy. They then walk within us, strengthening our presence & adding support to our legs. Each step we take, fortified by their loving hands as they whisper “Keep Going”.
In this season, may we all feel the final gift of our Ancestors, & the love & strength they send us through the lives they lived before us.