As I sit in the dark and listen to the drums and chants coming from my bluetooth speaker on the cusp of the new year, I know what ancestors I’d love to connect with.

The truly ancient ones

The ones that lived long before colonialism.

The ones that valued their lives, loves, and skills. And traditions.

The ones that knew that we are all stronger and better when our community is.

Way back before patriarchy invaded and started suffocating the world with violence and war.

I want to connect with wild grandmothers many times removed and great, great, great, great, great aunties and uncles. Artistic healers and herbalist weavers. The ones who spent time making everyday objects the most beautiful they could.

I want to live a beautifully weird and wild life.

I’m so tired of being caged by my culture and society.

I want to be loved because I am here.

I want to be heard when I whisper into the wind.

I want to feel like my skills are the precious gifts that I know they are.

Please Universe, connect me with my ancient, wise, kind ancestors from way back when. Or just one.

Please.