a good ancestor

I listen to awaken because I want to be a good ancestor. 
I do the work of unpacking my whiteness because I want to be a good ancestor. 
I partner empathy with action because I want to be a good ancestor. 
As my heart gets educated on the reality of what has always been I hold space for my white tears but I don’t let that fragility take up more space because I want to be a good ancestor. 
My yoga practice intersects with social justice & accessibility & trauma because it is violent to google yoga, attend a retreat/training, or scroll through social media only seeing (or seeking out) bodies that look & move like mine (& I acknowledge the hypocrisy in the picture I’ve chosen—also my knee will definitely fall off being this far past my ankle).
​I practice yoga to soften the ego of the intellectual & it’s default towards white exceptionalism. 
I practice yoga to unlearn my conditioning & compassionately mess up & do it again because I want to be a good ancestor. 
As a teacher I promise to wake up every day and hold up a mirror.
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I am saying “I” a lot.
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If this doesn’t align or resonate (& I’ve learned lately that it doesn’t with everyone)—then tell me what does?
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