I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die."
by Juan Ramon Jimenez
trans by Robert Bly
The weather and rite were amazing and the cold winds blew when the ancestors were near!
I am filled with love for my ancestors and my grove-lings!!!!!