Today I went to meet and greet my ancestors in an adaptation of old traditions:
Cleaning the graves, lighting candle and incense, offering money to the ancestors.
To clean the grave of the ancestors is a real physical effort, feels like making up their bed.
After lighting the candle and incense, having some words to be spoken:
‘I am sorry we do’nt have the opportunity to have a real talk in the physical world, so many things I would have liked to ask, so many things unspoken; I am grateful for your effort to give me a decent upbringing and education, even if it did not go according to plan’
Setting fire to a banknote becomes really charged with strong intention!
“Now I walk in beauty, beauty is before me,
beauty is behind me, above and below me.”
Doing this old ritual in a modern setting, reconnects my current time with the ancient ones.
See also: Tomb Sweeping Day: what is remembered, lives
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