Daryl Wood's Blog

As I say goodbye to another member of my family I find myself wondering who the wise one will be now? Inevitably, if we live long enough, we will lose our older mentors, the crones, the historians in our families and our world. Surviving feels like it comes with some responsibility. That is, to carry on the traditions of wisdom that are essential to humankind.

So it is that my sisters and I, both the ones I share DNA with and the ones I share a heart with, are now positioned to be the nurturers of those who follow us. They will have to come to us and we will have to know … something. We don’t have to pretend to know what we don’t and we don’t have to have all the answers. We do sit precariously on the edge of a knowing and with time, I am realizing that I will need to spend more time looking inward for solutions.

My grama was both an inspiration and a soul supporter right to the end. I still hear her soft voice and still smile at her simple, wise words. The legacy we assume in families and communities is not taken on lighting. The torch is passed, hand to hand, heart to heart and I find I am “growing myself up”.

Wisdom emerges when we set aside our thinking to let the divine speak through us. There is no better time than right now to be a vessel of wisdom.