My Grandmother’s teaching has helped me. She gave me wise words. She had died a few years before all this.
My grandmother passed on this story:
“The spirit of the dead would be carried on the white stones.
They would be washed to the ocean. The dolphins would then carry them back to their homeland rivers. The bream (fish) would take them back to the top of the mother rivers: back to their dreaming, from where they would come back as rain.”
So, it is a never-ending spirit that never dies: the spirit is always there. That’s why I go to the river: it is a way of being with the ancients.
It is a spiritual context for me: sitting at the river, with my feet in the water: my spirit enlivened in me, so that I can move on.