Walking With Ancestors

“It never gets easier,” I said to a young man in grief. Losing people is always hard. It’s okay to hurt. It’s okay to be mad. It’s not ...

I have an Ancestor Altar on top of a small bookshelf in my office. I use it as a place to leave offerings and prayers, and for doing spir...

Wherever we find our feet on the path we choose for ourselves, we can find multiple moments that stand out as events that helped direct ...

I am Sarah. daughter of Margaret, daughter of Patricia, daughter of Margaret, daughter of Eliza, daughter of Mary, of Ireland...

Painting of Lockport NY, 1839, artist W.H. Bartlett  For the last few weeks I have been writing out what I know about each of my anc...

For a moment, forget whether or not you believe ghosts are real. At the end of the day, none of this work is about whether or not you bel...

Not everyone who dies becomes a ghost. Anyone who is ready to meet the moment of their end passes quickly. But not as the solid being w...