Jeni and I took some time and went to visit with the Elders of the clan. The day was clear, the breeze steady and warm was the sun. As we roamed the garden, whispers in our ears broke the silence.The whispers crescendo to full sound. They spoke of times past and of the laughter of birthday parties and dinners around the family center. Recalled times of sadness when our nation bowed its head. Sometimes in shame, sometimes in sorrow. Wordspeak of private times when the soul is bare and the lump of pride in your throat when a victory secured and the accolade granted. All these sounds flood into memory followed by images, like a slide show of days gone by.
The Elders, in possession of the ultimate knowledge, the knowledge of the grave, portend the future with the gentle warnings and watchful gaze from the heavens. They remind us of what is right and what is wrong. Life lessons that we pass as our legacy to the youth. They warn us not to lose focus on the goals we set, but savor your time and use it wisely. Most important, the ancient ones put into priority the things that matter to mortals. Live, laugh and love. As common as that seems, it is the most important of grave lessons. Do not waste life with destructive things, rather fill it with the positive, no matter how overwhelming ones situation may be.
The last whispers come from the ones that were taken to soon.They say , sorry I missed you , but my mission was fulfilled and the next task was ahead of me. You never came to know me, but I know you and we will catch up when the time is just right. Maybe we will sit in the old porch swing and share our adventures we had, or head to the beach for never ending cool sea breeze and warm sunlight. No sunburns here, and we wont ever have to leave if we dont want to. Until then, live,laugh and love. Dont be in any hurry.......
we will wait for you.
