How do we enter into relationship with our ancestors? Most of us begin with names, dates, records, and family stories. I did too. But the deeper I went, the more I realized it is something we practice. A relationship built through attention, imagination, place, accountability, and the questions that refuse to leave us alone. Sometimes a thread begins in an archive but it unravels beside a river, on a mountain, or in the sudden feeling that a place you've never seen before is somehow already familiar.

When COVID confined me to a room for eleven days, I expected illness. I did not expect an ancestor to tell me to move home. This essay explores ancestry, memory, ecology, and the strange moment when a voice I could not explain changed the course of my life.