Ancestry is a process of embodying ecological lineage, weaving soil and soul. It is not lines structuring hierarchy, rather threads encompassing shape and form. Through inhabiting these bodies, marrying matter and will, we birth internal and external worlds – understanding ourselves as part of nature. We sit within ancestry, humbled by what came before and what will remain, embodying the ecosystems of our history in the colors of our eyes, shapes of our mother tongues, and the way we love each other.

Ancestry is carried by bodies as a metaphor, a node of knowing, and a coordinate of attention that organizes space and time. Ancestry lives not in words of priests, skeletons of family closets, or images of deified beings, narrated by the collective ego as hierarchical culture. Hierarchy mystifies and legitimizes one’s heritage to land and resources. The genuine feeling of belonging to a lineage of lived experiences is exploited, extracted, and manipulated into layers of control. Feeling itself is rejected, demonized, and shadowed into the depths of body as misaligned bones, fascia adhesions, stagnant fluids - illness.

Connecting to ecological ancestry liberates the feeling of the body from culture so that we may liberate all bodies throughout time. That feeling hidden deeply, considered dark, hurtful, and unacceptable, is your unique wisdom waiting to be felt.  

We rhyme with our ancestors, dancing with the grass growing on our skin and the monkeys playing in our minds. There is a heart song we sing that rings the bells in our bones, toning muscle to hold more love, more knowing and experiencing of the self beyond time - the self that peeks into this realm as ancestry, that plucks strings as fingers we call ancestors, and makes music to call us home and to roam.

In this incarnation, we are gifted the opportunity to reach back into that which reaches into us. We can breathe and rekindle kin with the trees and their leaves, we can voice songs that make threads, which are woven again to transform. We evolve when we participate with ecology, and our love passes on more love of this process, which we forget is ancestral. When we gather together we recall not thoughts and language, but experiences of self larger than the life we were told, and we embody the symphony of ecology.