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.