03/11/2026
The wisdom body cannot be workshopped. It is a living experience of transmission from elder, mentor, time, biological new imperatives, and rites of passage.
Many of us in entering our mid-life of Fifties and Sixties sit in this liminal seat of identity shifting from career, mother, partner, wife, into a force of intelligence that is Presence based.
We are so much closer to spiritual ripeness and easeful casual acceptance. But there are few opportunities for the actual invitation of inquiry or reciprocity.
As we no longer live close together in multigenerational tribes, pods, or families. We lose the ripe attention that humbles us into what Wisdom is. We have youth continuously centering itself as the aging wonderful humans become obsolete in the “productivity” ethos of this system.
I am rolling around in this rich soup finding so much radically changing inside. I am unfolding into this territory of a zenith energy where I am clearly not young. And I am clearly not old. Things are changing like rock walls in a canyon, layers of life creating such an epic view.
I am saddened that colonialism took away the natural culture of wise woman. Times when elders were cared for and mentored into the pearl moon time. Times when young people could not enter elder spaces. Times when there was reverence, piety, humility, around an elder. A time when there was deference on topics held by the elders.
We have lost so much art of humanness with capitalism and colonialism!
I am dreaming, singing, listening, and resting the comfort of AGE.