Advocacy, Life & Living, Poetry

ascendants: awakening to where and whom we came from

Some days I miss my home and my mom more than others. I think about her, and my grandmothers, and my grandmothers’ mothers and grandmothers, and their grandmothers and so on.

Ascendants: those from whom a person is descended, or from whom she derives her birth, however remote they may be. Everyone has two ascendants at the first level, her mother and father; four at the second level, her maternal grandmother and grandfather, and her paternal grandmother and grandfather; eight at the third etc. Thus, as we ascend the various lines of our ancestry which fork at every generation, sixteen ascendants are found at the fourth level; thirty-two at the fifth; sixty-four at the six; one hundred and twenty-eight at the seventh; and so on. By this progressive increase, we have, at the twenty-fifth generation, 33,554,432 ascendants. 

And, ascendant:

“Thus, astrologers believe that the ascendant signifies a person’s awakening consciousness, in the same way that the sun’s appearance on the eastern horizon signifies the dawn of a new day



This poem is dedicated to all those who went before us.

©2018 punkie


the memory of you
sits by my side
like my own shadow
from which i can’t hide

you whisper in morning
sing soft through the night
everywhere, all the time,
and yet just out of sight

it’s strange how we leave
our flesh in the dust
while our essence lives on
in those whom we trust

each one of us comes
from the millions before us
ancestors who lived
on the plains, in the forests

they sailed on the seas
and travelled on trains,
to find a home in the wild
and give it a name

they carved livings from nothing
cried tears in the rain,
prayed for more sunshine,
sang life’s dark refrain

there’s no letting go
of those in the past
i’ll join them at sunrise
when i leave here at last

then we’ll be one
as we were once before
together in peace
in the vast evermore


©2017 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry widely, but please do not reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.

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dying with my mom

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