I felt some heaviness and sadness in thinking about lineage, but when I read other people’s posts I was so heartened by the common theme of “we get to choose who we invite into our lineage.” With this in mind, I think of theatre artists (writers, directors, designers, perfomers, crew members) as being my first/original lineage. It was by participating in theatre from childhood through high school, college, and graduate school, and even beyond, that I first really felt like I had “family” that felt like family. Even though many of these families were transient and only lasted as long as the show did. And the teachers I studied with, both in school and just by going to see other plays and musicals, these feel part of my lineage. I also include other writers, poets, musicians, dancers, visual artists — those who have helped me to make sense of this world and of myself. And some beloved animals, dear friends, my beloved husband Dave, and also teachers and fellow travelers on the paths of Buddhism, meditation, personal growth, the enneagram, conscious leadership, and light workers.
My altar/shrine is a table covered with an Indian scarf given to me by a coworker. I have a picture of me and my best friend, some mala beads, a small heart given to me by another friend, a small Buddha statue, a candle, a picture of Pema Chodron, and a rock from the Pacific ocean beach a few miles from my home.