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December 28, 2007 |Permalink |Comments (1)
Boomer Elders
A couple of thoughts...
As Boomers creep toward old age, some peer into the future, seeking to understand, what comes next. They sense the possibility of a new life, freed from youth’s fevered illusions. They are our Elders-in-the-Making, seeds of the last, and greatest, counter-cultural movement the Boomers will ever know.
Elderhood awaits them like an undiscovered continent. This new old age lies beyond adulthood, beyond the boundaries of the world we know today. Soon, there will be crones and sages among us, much more than half a million strong.
Joni Mitchell said…
But you know life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Old age is not failure. It grows within us, the last frontier of human possibility. The Boomer’s greatest journey is just beginning.
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Speaking of Crones and Sages...here is a poem by Mary Fogarty from a collection titled "A Crone's Crossing". You can buy the book on her website CronesUnlimited.com. Enjoy!
Splendor Over Broken Glass
Ageless times ago my Babka told me
so --that the forces at work inside of me
held abundance.
As a child I found her stories sounded
like Christian fairy tales.
Now as a grandmother, I know abundance
comes during times of stillness
and from a mind
alert to wisdom's brief moments.
What appears as disease,
divorce or loss,
is possibility disguised
waiting for an action or reaction.
Even injustice that ends in death --
closely holds rebirth.
Like splendor over broken glass
opportunities emerge
mysterious.