Constellations swing around and my life, only a short song Spins along. Soon enough I will rotate out of this orbit float from gravity's hold Take my point in the moving galaxy Our bones hold the offerings of our ancestors, as our hands bear their tokens, our hearts their stories. As we pass ourselves along to our heirs, our people. We are pools of gathered starlight Owned by no one but only by the whole. … [Read more...]

What if it were a sacred thing to grow old? If, at 60, you could start over? You could let so much of your inevitable past calve off your back, cleave neatly away, while everything that is your treasure could hang lightly in a small pouch, sacred, warm against your heart. Before you is a golden plain, sunlit, the infinity of blue. At the horizon, where earth and heaven touch, the mountains are waiting for your footsteps. Keep striding. You're growing lighter along the way. Your … [Read more...]