There is a quiet wisdom found in the space between generations,
A wisdom tethered to an ancient story,
hundreds of generations of story.
We hear it on the wind's whisper
as it tickles and twitches at our ears
and tugs our tangled hair
until we wake up from our dream,
ready and alert.
Our attention is captured by the dark ancient space between generations,
The space that informs who we are becoming,
that names our place of honor on the earth.
This poem just came back to me from my colleague, Jude Gladstone Cade. I apparently wrote it in 2002 for a workshop we offered in Del Mar, CA. What a lovely thread of reconnection!
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