A way of connecting with ancestors
In my dream I am lying on a beach and see the balloons that I had let go of. The balloons are caught in the treetops, their colors are fading but they are not deflating.
This image haunts me, as though I missed grandfather Abraham’s humanity as a child growing up and I let go of him, as if he were one of the balloons.
I missed him in later years. I did not grieve for him when he died. He was the old man I never knew. I let go of him and then I let go of the sadness of both not knowing him and then of losing him.
Exercise
Plan on dreaming about family and ancestry. Keep a record of your dreams for a week.