The last few days of October and the first few of November are such a time of sacred days and nights steeped in rituals and superstition and history and gratitude. This time of year is natural for soul work and thinking of our family here and beyond. One of the most important people in my life is my father. He was born during this time of old souls. Here is his birthday poem for his 77th year. Dad you really are the center of our family soul. I love you always!
Center of Our Family Soul
Oct 31 – Nov 2
On these consecrated days,
these hallowed eves
when we think of souls passed on
those whose genetic code lives in us
a chain of forebearers
gathering from distant lands and times,
experiences of generations
like seasons strung together
to make me, us, those who follow
into one soul,
one grand soul
filling the cosmos,
one family soul
leading to God
and the gods of all.
These holy days,
when we feel deeply our collective spirit,
contain the day of your birth Dad,
a birth at the center of our family soul.
Happy birthday Dad.