We Carry Them: Samhain 2012


We carry them in our blood, in our hearts and our minds. Carpenters, scientists, singers of songs. Mystics, soldiers, skeptics. Homemakers, travelers, planters of trees. We carry them all.

There is nothing in this life not touched by those who have gone before. There is a line reaching from past to future. We are that line. We are a bridge. We listen. We work. We pray.

We shift the line into a wandering spiral, a galaxial arm, a twisting of destiny. We, by our thoughts and actions, make new worlds possible. We do it hand in hand with those who have gone before. We listen to the past and scent the future. Our own cells grow and die in every moment. Time is here. Embrace it. Feel the bones beneath muscles. Feel the beating of the heart. Feel the coming days of winter. They are here.

The ancestors, ever with us, insist upon attention as the winds gather and the tree leaves fall to loam. We set out food and light candles to welcome their closeness. We tell stories in the gathering darkness. We remember that our own lives are but continuum: every day a little older, and hopefully more wise.

“All you who have gone before, please listen now. We are listening, too. All you who have gone before, join us in peace.”

Ancestors, be you beloved or maligned, we honor the fact that you helped to build this time. We seek to raise up that which is beautiful and to dismantle that which does not serve. We seek to build our lives in concert with holy Nature. We seek to learn. Thank you for holding us. We also hold the future.

We remember. We remember. We remember. We are now.

3 Responses to “We Carry Them: Samhain 2012”

  1. Rory

    i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
    my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
    i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
    by only me is your doing,my darling)
    i fear
    no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
    no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
    and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
    and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
    higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
    “[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]”

    Copyright 1952, © 1980, 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings Trust, from Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings. From http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179622

  2. TsunamiJane

    Rory, I came to post that exact poem! First thing I thought of when I read the opening paragraph.

    Thorn, a beautiful piece as always. Thank you.


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