Ancestors.

     Update: Originally wrote this in April but became distracted and didn't finish. My mother passed away on the 11th of May. Her Spirit woke me up out of a sound sleep as she left. (The ladies at the funeral home were a bit shocked that her actual time of death was exactly when I said she came by! chuckle)
    
     As I try to rest and regrow into myself I keep going back to the word "ancestor". Is it because my mother is on the last part of her life journey and I will find myself "parentless"? (is that even a word?) Are my ancestors trying to aid and assist me in my healing so that I may walk with strength and grace till the end of my days?  I really don't know. And I feel so tired its almost too much to think about. I need to just let it flow..... like a quiet stream.
    But I don't "just let things flow" easily. hahaha  One action I did take was to go ahead and do one of those Ancestry.com DNA kits. Sent it out in the mail this morning. This ought to be interesting because I don't really know that much about my background. We've had family on mom's side do some of the genealogy, but who knows how much is actually correct. They go back quite a few generations, but once you go back across the Atlantic... it starts getting questionable.  Dad's side is pretty much a mystery after three generations. Would love to look into it!   At least with the DNA results I would have a connection to land areas on the planet. That's important to me.   Soooo.... here I sit waiting for these next six to eight weeks to pass.
    In the meantime I've also redeveloped my fascination with petrified wood! Tree ancestors!!!!   At least my sycamore connection is complete with some of what I've learned.  And three small specimens that I've acquired. It will be interesting to see what grows from all of this.