Read MoreWhen the summer is bursting through in all its fine greenery, and traditional May Day festival rites are kept to welcome in the luscious fertility of this time, I am keeping a lament, for this is the time that I gave birth to death instead of new life
How do we find that place of compassion deep in our soulful hearts to forgive our ancestors? For the mistakes that they made, the suffering they may have caused or endured, and for the wounds that they may have passed down to us through the generations?