Breathing in, I see all my ancestors in me: my mineral ancestors, plant ancestors, mammal ancestors, and human ancestors. My ancestors are always present, alive in every cell of my body, and I play a part in their immortality.

Whenever I feel sad or a little fragile, I invoke their presence (the ancestors) for support, and they never fail to be there.

When we respect our blood ancestors and our spiritual ancestors, we feel rooted.

Our mothers and fathers helped us come to be and, even nlw, they continue to give us life.

Our spiritual ancestors have also given birth to us, and they, tol, continue to give birth to us.