It’s your great grand something or another writing you simply to say hello and love. Contrary to popular belief I know your passing doesn’t translate to an absence or loss rather, its signals a transformation into something new. Grannies always said that “ in death we do nothing more than walk through the clothes line stretched across the stratus of eternity and stand on the other side, and although our physical is no longer, we have the light from the ether to cast a shadow on the fabric of time so we can be recalled and remembered.
There have been many a changes since you’ve motioned and plenty that has remained the same. I’ve been working diligently in exploring that middle place that rests tween the changes and the sameness: By collecting remnants of your lives sediments of your living, the genetics, your name, the shoes and quilts. The bottles and teeth and spoons and pots and soil from the gardens that once upon a time was turned by your hands. And I gather these objects and sit in a dimly lit room and listen and speak to them to hear from them the stories not to be forgotten, stories to be retold and reimagined and expanded. These collected objects then lead me into various places throughout the land and petition to be reassembled and arranged as temples, temples of resistance, temples of the temporal, temples of anthropological speculation for others to witness and be reminded not to forget to remember.
And when the space is filled with the matter collected and arranged, the people, they come and speak and peer and wonder, and sing songs and do dances and tell stories of the stories of those ones who too like ache to be commemorated. I have found that in my doing this, extending this invitation for commemoration and celebration of the past, that there is collective shift in consciousness. There is a shared realization that the past holds traditions and that hose traditions are instrumental in our evolution and expansion in the future.
I have no idea where all of this will lead, but I do know that it is healing, I do know that is changing and only hope that it makes you proud.
With humility and grace.
Viktor. L Ewing Givens.