I was chatting with an 85 year old member of my church. For nearly an hour, I listened as she shared stories of her childhood and young years. I marveled at the joy and wisdom she has about life. I've known Carmen only a short time but whenever she spoke it was from her years of experience.
One of aspects I believe is being lost is the wisdom of the elders being inparted on the young. I am a member of two cultures with oral traditions. I enjoy listening to others share their experiences.
I am a nature lover and whenever I'm out in it I let it consume me. As a child I loved venturing into the woods, against my mother's wishes. I have wondered if my being transgender was part of a Native American prophecy. The wisdom of others can serve as a reminder that we too carry the torch of being seers, shamans, and historians to younger generations.