In Nepal, the female elders often sit spinning prayer wheels and chanting. As I continue to read about the native peoples of the West, I see that the female elders, there, too, believe in offering chants to the earth and air, seem to invite or perhaps integrate the spirit world. My generation is huge. What is our contribution now? How do we lead and advise?
I read in the New Yorker this week that children's books today are leading children away from the guidance of their parents. We are living in shifting times and yet, don't we need our elders anchoring the earth with some of their wisdom earned over the years?
Where do we each put our thoughts now, our intention? Is it that we can't imagine what comes next?
Perhaps, even in confusion and overwhelm, we need to put down roots and maybe we are the trees, or perhaps it is the trees that watch over us. Imagine being a Bristlecone Pine watching from 10,000 feet above sea level for 4000 years. Where would you reach down to touch and lay your seeds? How do you plant?