I am just starting to see that eldering the elders is the process of poking holes in the grey cloth we have allowed to settle and accresce over us.
We have allowed it to build up over us. Poking holes lets in air and light, allows the essence to breathe and grow and expand its health. Our lives have become grey. Our children’s lives have become greyer as they are in the quagmire slogging out their living and raising their brood—and as the culture has gone ever deeper into putting money and accumulations first. We perhaps cannot turn the train tracks, but we can poke holes in the grey, clear a small spot in the engineer’s windshield.
:- Doug.
