I sat with elders. Elders with an "E."
Elders radiant with life, and stuff made of folklore.
Elders with rainbow auras and battle scars, life circumstances and deep emotions. Who knew of death, illness, love, and joy.
Elders who were astrologers: young, old, and spirit eternal.
Elders who were open, left their wounds uncovered, and proudly so, in the vortex of authenticity.
Eyes gleaming with wise mischief that saw the humanness in all us humans.