The Next Generation

 We seem to have a love affair with things of the past. We love the smell of antiques. We love the allure of owning a piece of history. The older I get the more I realize that we too become a piece of history. It is not something that we really ever think about in our teens for life seems to be endless and full of opportunity. As the canvas that is my life becomes torn and tattered it has not become a piece of junk unworthy to hang upon the wall, rather it is a rich vision of life well lived and hearts touched as well as memories made.
 It is the very fiber of who I am.

 Our world is filled with the opportunity of knowledge. Simply there for the taking. We are in a different era of communication and documentation. How my heart yearns for the crinkle of a page, the wafting of the smell of paper, and the feel of it's binding in my hand. To turn the pages of a book is to open up a part of us that could perhaps otherwise lie dormant for no one to enjoy.

If your life were a book then what would the title be? How many pages would you write? Have you shared the pages or kept them neatly hidden away? Are the pages worn from sharing?

I miss turning pages. I think it is important that while we are embracing progress that we continue to honor and respect the road that brought us here. Go ahead turn some pages.

This is my Grandmother and my first grandson. I cried when I took this photo and it still brings tears to my eyes. You see he loved her and she him they gave each other hope. My grandmother has since passed away and yet her voice and guidance echo in my mind and heart. My grandson is now growing older and he  too will share this same story one day as he watches me walk with his child.

We must cherish the honor of passing things on to the next generation. They are the legacy of our lives. Together we can create a weave of life that can stand the storms of time. We must sit at the feet of the elderly and soak up their wisdom not cast them aside. We must treasure the youth that we are called to raise and guide for we are the watchmen of tomorrow. Who are you walking with? Do they know how much you care.  People cannot hear you from the ground. Speak to them now while they can benefit.

Reach out for a hand in your life and see what you can weave.