There is an old song that begins 2.

My Guiding Stars, My Darling Dears:

There is an old song which begins-War, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing!

We were six minutes to midnight, now we are 30 seconds.

Gentle people, my darling dears, Guess What? Spring is here!!!!!

I got the power, I got the power. Twirling in the atmosphere petals of flowers dancing in mid-air. OHH! I Live for halcyon days, long hours of sunshine, cool calm air.

There is a scent that cast love on everything.

As I reflect on the profound impact of our ancestral heritage, I am drawn to the intricate process of naming our children. In a world where names hold the weight of history and culture, I made a deliberate choice to bestow upon our children names filled with legacy, imbuing them with the energy and power of greatness that shaped our collective identity.

As I delve deeper into the tapestry of our shared heritage, I find myself drawn to the possibility of tapping into the energy and stories of our ancestors, before the disruptive forces of colonization reshaped our narratives. What trials, triumphs, and wisdom would have been passed down through the generations if our legacies were not interrupted?

Welcome to my first blog post, where I invite you to journey with me into the depths of self-discovery and storytelling. As I sit here, pen poised above the blank canvas of this page, I find myself pondering a question that has echoed through the corridors of my mind: Who am I?