Thursday, July 20, 2017

To Tell Age.

The spirit never ages.

Beauty is a light object in the air of transition. For aging, it is done gracefully only in the aftermath of struggle and conflict and reconciliation. The emotions attendant to aging are not for the faint of heart, or the sorrowful pity youth can contribute to the demise of hope. Aging requires finding the process for the individual that works for the good of understanding why and how things work for the betterment of Life in all.

Silver haired women of older charms from deeper wells burn the fires, and douse the pitiful angst clinging to youth as the real magic unfolds in their lives. It is an incredible thing to be a part of, to know, grasp and understand within the depth of who you are in your being this way.

There is more to this unfolding. Resist it not, or slow up in the resistance to change into another being. One needs the friction of resistance to grow, yet the release into the rigid perception of aging and maturing into old age creates a glow, an equation outside the familiar squares where originality has long fled. Within the totality of expanding will be a surprise young age cannot grasp because it only nudges the nuances of the dynamics of energies released from the embryonic stage into the journey north on the Medicine Wheel capable of designing the paths.

Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
Sept. 9, 2016

Yasmina Rossi, 58, a model and photographer, long, gray hair functions as an enveloping cloak. “It protects me everywhere I go in the world,” Ms. Rossi said. “I’ve been in deep Amazonia, I’ve been in Egypt, and in places completely isolated, and people were respectful of me because of my gray hair.”

Older ageless concepts of beauty are about self and where one fits in place.
- Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories

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