Childhood we look at the trees,
Adolescents we collect the timber,
Adulthood we chop the wood,
Elderhood we sit in front of the fire.
At 25, I'm still chopping wood but the warmth from my elders’ fire is keeping me warm. We share stories around the fire, they teach me about the tree of knowledge and I in turn help keep their fire burning strong. Rather than let their fire burn out I choose to build mine on top of theirs. We need each other in this delicate arc that stretches from birth to death.
We're All Elders in the Making.
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