Hug an Elder (the tree and the human being)

Tree in Hard Labor State Park in central Georgia elder love laugh lunacy

Learn to love the elders, learn to listen to their stories.  There’s a youthful exuberance when they reminisce, a gleam in their eyes, a smile on their lips.

I listen, I mean really listen, and ask questions, unexpected questions and watch them blossom and bloom.  It’s amazing what a little watering and sun will do.

I love the elderly, I reverence their history.  I say we sage, not age, each gaining unique knowledge and perspective.  I like to tap that fountain, encourage them to share their wisdom in hopes that I am enlightened from some newly heard confession that heightens passion and stimulates the muse.

In that way, we share a rarity, we share life sustaining energy, to carry us both through yet another day.

So today, hug an elder…the tree and the human being.