We derive nourishment from our ancestral past. In a Ute song, it is said, “In our bones is the rock itself, in our blood is the river, our skin contains the shadow of every living thing we ever came across. This is what we brought with us long ago.
We are the sum of our ancestors. Our roots stretch back to blue-green algae; they stretch to the stars. They ultimately reach the void.
Between the great original emptiness, the ancestral void, and the body that reads these words, there stand numberless generations of inorganic and organic forms. As geological history is written on a canyon wall, this history is inscribed on our psyches.
Silence and solitude enjoin us to remember our whole and great body.