It starts much like the pollination of a deep, rich gladiola
The passion and blaze of a steam engine’s firebox
Or an igneous comet exploding across the cosmos
Just enough friction to create beautiful new life
Miraculously more complex than a matrix mainframe
Wanting to hide behind capes of ocean blue
And full of monsters gathering in the mists
Slobbering and spitting out bursts of rutilant light
With all the destruction of electric tsunamis
And the burden of a dying star turned supernova
Much like the blackhole left behind
Are the whispers of the ghosts who once lived it
Join me as we travel together on the road called "Aging." I will be sharing my personal experiences with you and offer ideas on how we can better navigate the complex byways of our older years. Grief, healing, generations, ancestors, and more.