the lives we live

I saw an old, old woman in the face of my oldest son tonight. Was it my grandmother's oldest sister? Was it her mother? What are the lessons she is coming back to teach me? When they were born I thought that my youngest was sooo old and wise, that he was coming back to us after having lived many many lives. My oldest seemed so innocent, ingenue, at birth.

Spirits that be, please grant me the patience and the wisdom to learn the lessons they have to teach me, and to teach the lessons they have come to me to learn.