Lately, it has been the feeling of Their Presence as I write, as I pray, as I get the garden together. When I was writing my newest Wordpress post Thinking on “Where are the Elders?” I felt the Ergi and Þverr with me. When I divine I feel Them. Oftentimes, when I drink, whether water, coffee, tea, or alcohol, They are near.

Sometimes it is a feeling of pressure on my shoulders or a squeeze. Sometimes it is the scent of Old Spice from my Grandpa, or a stew. Sometimes it is the sound of a voice or the way They walked. Sometimes it is the taste of a candy or meal we shared. Sometimes a phrase They spoke will not stop playing in my head until I acknowledge Who it is.

When the Ancestors are older than records, I might see Their favorite outfit or a vision of Them at a shared table with Ancestors I know. They might show me an item, symbol, or sign. Some sit with Gods I know. Sometimes the Ancestors’ Presence is warm, others cold. Sometimes I can just filled with this Knowing They are with me.