Respecting the Elders

An elder, is just as beautiful as a brand new baby. Every day they are getting closer and closer to that center point, from which we come, to which we go. That center point just beyond life as we know it, but it must be just as “home” as our everyday life experience.

A baby comes from this warm place, where he doesn’t have to worry about clothing or feeding him or herself. The eyes are closed and the imagination must be running wild, or perhaps simply at peace, developing the necessary particles to piece together sight receptors for use on the forthcoming journey.

An elder, transforms towards an equally magnificent journey. They go back into a state of not needing the eyes, and eventually, not needing to worry about clothing and feeding him or herself. The particles which sculpt this particular form of the human spirit dissipate, just as they long ago magically accumulate.

Many ask and wonder, what is on the other side of this hemisphere of life? What is on the side we cannot see? Not many remember, and if they do, even few will believe, because each individual needs to come up with their own interpretation of what they feel comfortable believing.

With a graceful sip of air, we slip into life, and with an elegant exhale, we are out.



It seems dark over there because it is unknown. We can paint pictures of fairies or monsters. We do this in everyday life, with imagination, the playing of games, joys and struggles of learning. Can you see? The big picture is a game as well.

This is my belief. We all originate from the same source, the same blob of constantly transforming particles. You’ve heard it before, “We Are One!” It’s true. And I believe that we set up this game of separation for fun. Yup! Can you believe it? All this junk on the physical plane is here for our fun and enjoyment.

Think of the simplest game like tossing a ball back and forth. A game of catch is a macro view of the particles of human spirit going from one place to another, back and forth, here and there. Why, because it’s fun.

We do this with food, ideas, money, seasons, plants, materials, papers, rocks, and scissors. Just a game you see? Back and forth, back and forth, here and there, here and there. Don’t be so hard on yourselves, it’s just a game, don’t be a serious player, and don’t be a sour looser.

Smile, sing, laugh, love, dance and forgive. If your legs no longer hold you, surrender into the next steps of life, what reason is there to resist? Day by day you are experiencing a similarly beautiful experience to a new born birth. Each day the sculpture of life (which undoubtedly must be ourselves,) pulls and pushes the clay into new positions, like a new born babes form, less and less unique, less and less separate from the one being from which we come from.

Of course, this explains on one dimension of life. But think of it as a brief overview of the game you have been playing since the day you were born.