This blog post originally appeared on the blog Bad NDNS . I wrote this poem as a reminder to myself that we are never alone, that within us are countless years of experience and wisdom from our Ancestors - if we can just remember to ask for help! Our DNA is a map made of stories. A genealogy of stories. A storytelling festival, featuring ancestors and those still in the womb, and those looking at us through eyes not yet made from stardust. When we tell stories we tap an ancestor on the arm, ask her to speak. We take the hand of a child, let our fingers intertwine. When we tell stories we time...