The joy of discovering ancestral blessings
I had just put my hands in some clay on the wheel on a Sunday late morning in London and something happened.
It was like I was tapping into hundreds and thousands of years of women Potters with their hands in the Earth, making something with love for their families for themselves or as a gift to honour someone or something.
It was like my hands knew what they were doing, even though I’d never thrown on a wheel before, or at least not that I remember.
So often we can focus on the inheritance of our ancestors that has been traumatic, our unwelcome conditioning or flawed DNA– and that can be there too, not gonna lie or deny.
But today I was profoundly and deeply touched by an ancestral inheritance that felt joyful. A blessing.
It was equally as impactful as any trauma and felt deeply moving — like a coming home to the body. The body that knows it can create something filled with beauty, truth and love.
For that visceral experience today, and for my ancestors, I am immensely grateful.
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