29/01/2023
Who are my ancestors? 🌿👑
In just over a year, 3 of my grandparents have passed on, leaving me in a deep state of remembering and reflection on who they were, and who was before them.
I’m so many conscious spaces we all speak of ‘the ancestors’ - many of the people in these spaces have a clear ancestry, a lineage and history that has survived (albeit in small parts) from the past to the present.
Previously, I felt shame to say that I am English. The word English seems to hold with it so much weight, so much historical trauma- so much guilt, dishonesty and shame.
I’ve never felt pride over being English, and I feel that part of this is because I don’t actually fully understand what I mean when I say it!
My Grandma was Danish, making me 1/4 Scandinavian, which I seem to be very proud of, coining onto that part of me that has Viking ancestry and Nordic Heritage so that I can dream up a better history of my family.
What about the other 3/4? Am I denying the ancestry of both my northern and southern English roots?
The past year I’ve set out to dream the past, to both read the history of these lands and to spend more time in the wild landscapes of the British isles, dreaming up the footsteps that walked before me.
These lands were colonised by the Romans, history of the Druids almost entire wiped out and lost. The Saxons crossed the sea and took the land for their (our) own. The Danish invaded and settled, they integrated and they left their mark. The Norman army (originally Norse/North men from Norway and Denmark) who were given land in France, then took over the aisles of Britain and started a new era of history. These lands have been chopped and changed, passed on from one to another. Blood, sweat and tears are deep in the soil, yet all driven by a love for these lands. Love for these lands that led a frenzy of land grabbing that still is present today.
The uniting ancestry is the Wild. The landscape, forests and moss. My ancestors are the trees, the lineages of birds and trout. My human ancestry comes with some nasty events, but not everyone who was part of that story was bad. I’m on a journey dreaming up the people who left love as their mark.