Today a memo popped up in my ancestry, about one of my maternal ancestors, of Irish decent.
A woman who lived right across the street from where I am now, in the 1800s.
As I prepare to move again-
Another temporary ‘until everything is sorted out space’ (being crippled by my ex) 
It is always nice to know an ancestor is close.
In a World that forgets to focus on connection, it is nice to have the land and ancestors on your side. 
Moving has never been something I enjoy.
I prefer stability and consistency. Planned adventures and nature.
My goal by now was to have my land and my earth ship.
I would have been able to do that easily if my ex hadn’t crippled me.
Even after he did that to me-
had systems including medical 
-been honorable, my life would be what I wanted it to be. Or close to that-being crippled certainly has lots more setbacks.
Maine-
Land that has been ancestral for a long while but also-over taxed by the wealthy.
As I prepare to move some more, I wonder how appreciative are the wealthy at all they are given?
Do they ever think of those of us who just wanted the most basic things-land, home and family?
The things we work hard for all our life-
Or is their never ending quest to conquer, going to always over shadow what humanity is supposed to be.
Maine.
Ancestors.
Moving.
Home.
Often when I move in Maine-usually relocating to a new apartment 10 minutes away,
if it is summer and my tan is showing-it tends to cause the white ‘neighborhood watch’ to become suspicious of my indigenous ways.
Mixed race and indigenous
I think I’ll be close enough to where I grew up that it shouldn’t cause too much commotion.
My father’s family being mixed race and texican.
My mothers Inuit, mixed race and Scottish/Irish
America is the melting pot.
Maybe someday that dream of land, a self sustainable home, partnership and family will be real. Maybe the rich will keep pushing us out of society…..who knows.
Happy Monday. Moon day
