We had a a bonfire today at nature playschool. That word used to mean a "bone fire". Bones and fire. My daughters and I are made of such things. On these nights (or playschool mornings), when the veil is thin, we dance and drink (spiced apple cider) with the grandmothers.
How do you like to remember your ancestors during this season?
Whom do you remember?
How do you wish folks would remember you someday, when you're among the ancestors?
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