Abuelos, Grande y Grande, Grande
October 14, 2009
There is a freedom in surrendering to far more powerful phenomena, accepting its influence. The billions of seconds and billions of variables that decided you be here right now– the percentage of them that had nothing to do your own motion, nothing to do with your conscious thoughts. If I think back in my life I begin to see clear patterns. I begin to see that I was decided long ago, in the little corners of grandmother’s smile, the fleck of hazel-green in my father’s eyes. It is the trail of genes and their imprints through time that have somehow pulled together this form. I wish not to deconstruct this process, as old as time (or as old as multi-cellular organisms); I wish to embrace its wonder, that which formed this lump in my head, this lump in my heart: the most important things in my life. As Dia de los Muertos nears I want to honor the souls that have brought me here and mapped in me the constant of their sensibilities. My family tree’s roots.
Maternal:
