It looks like you're new here. If you want to get involved, click one of these buttons!
I came across this section in Thich Nhat Hanh’s No Death, No Fear and it reminded me...
Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine alone but a living continuation of my mother and my father and my grandparents and great-grandparents. Of all my ancestors. These feet that I saw as "my" feet were actually "our" feet. Together my mother and I were leaving footprints in the damp soil.
My ancestors were dour Dutch fishermen and farmers, their beliefs connected to the Dutch Reformed Church. Honouring their ancestors was not a great part of their tradition, and I’m probably the first to examine this way of thinking about those who came before us. Now I don’t think i’ll convert to ancestor worship, but it does make me feel a great deal of sympathy for my ancestors.
Do you have a tradition for honouring your ancestors?