Elder

“As our bodies Wizen and our Love matures, Our stories are written as wrinkles on our Hands”

Working with the Elderly has given me a deep appreciation for vitality, wisdom, and the power of our own internal world. Everyone's lives are written by the stories they tell, the stories that they tell and the stories that tell them. We are as written by ourselves as we write ourselves, and that is a beautiful truth to acknowledge. There's so much power in knowing your own story, because then you can influence the way it goes.

There's never really endings, either. Epilogues, prequels, sequels to the novels of our selves, they are fluid with those we've touched deeply, weaving our stories together.

When I hold a 98 year old Great Grandma's hand and help her to bed, the love that I feel is somewhere in between kinship, family, and friends. It's a special place where she trusts me with her life and I hold her in awe. Hearts are precious. They mend from any hurt, yet they are so reticent to open. When they do open, open hearts are where stories come from, where they live, grow, die, and are born again.

It brings me to tears to acknowledge all that LIFE that woman has experienced. She had siblings die of Polio, her husband fought in world war 2. She danced through the 60's, bought a villa in Mexico.

I am honored and blessed to hold those hands, and I do so with so much love and reverence.

Honor your Elders. They literally made you.