Happy Feast of Flora, everyone!
On this day, we honor those that have past to the underworld. From our ancestors, to those that nearly passed, we give their memory meaning. For them, but also for ourselves. Every day, we face our morality. Either by the face of death, illness, or heartache, we eventually realize the same path we follow. The very same fate our ancestors learned. Because of that, there is comfort that we are not alone to face what is ahead. We shall not fear, for we too will become the next generation of ancestors.
But for now, on this day, we will honor them. We will bring to them flowers from the living, to represent the glory of paradise. And remind those their journey is only the beginning. Their end only a moment of rest. Rebirth is but around the corner. We honor their memory, with love in our hearts. Like those in the future, will one day honor us.
This here is a memory of last year. A message written for my grandmother. Same burning for my ancestors before me. I remember this night well, for I didn’t feel alone. I felt a presence. A spirit that I believe captured in this photo. (Top right)
Well, soon nightfall will be here, and with it, a new ritual to honor my ancestors. I still have the letter to my grandmother, I will burn it tonight and save its ashes for the next year.
I hope this day brings great peace to those who still remember and still honor the old ways.
Great blessings to the ancestors, and to you all.
Blessed Be )○(