searching into our hearts we might find a fire of longing.
it burns brightly, fiercely. sometimes it might be dampened. at other times it may seem almost out of control. this fire is the beauty in our eyes, in our passion, in our voices. it is the radiance we develop as we grow into elderhood.crossing the threshold from adulthood to elderhood allows this fire of inner beauty to show itself.
how impoverished we are as our culture recognises only the beauty of the current standard of good looks. how denigrated is the beauty of wrinkled skin which reflects the many streams of tears shed.
how denied is the beauty of white hair which reflects decades of experience.
how rejected is the beauty of a slow pace which reflects the ability to observe, to be present to life’s passing display.
how dismissed is the wisdom of elders which reflects days and nights of learning and growing.
and, in spite of all of this exclusion, there is a fire that burns, the fire of longing to express what we know, the longing to connect, the longing to be valued, the longing to be.the step into elderhood, the process of growing into the depth of realisation, creates a re-firement. with it comes excitement, the ability to see beyond the stereotypes and the rejection to a space of creativity, vibrance and peace.this re-firement is the light that comes from the soul.