She said, “a spring.” I said, ”yes, perhaps that’s it.” We were trying to think of a metaphor, a symbol, for what we could imagine emerging in the elder’s group.
Wisdom is like pornography. As that famous, but now forgotten, justice of the Supreme Court once said, “I can’t define pornography, but I know it when I see it.”
This piece of writing comes out of the experience, verified in the elder circle, that wounds, no matter how painful and debilitating, are sacred, gifts of unimaginable fury, beauty and spiritual potency.