These words seem almost counter-cultural in our youth-centred, live-forever world.
These women are often the vessels which store the oral tradition of families and communities.
They embody qualities such as attentiveness, patience and compassion which we all need to acquire.
They reflect both our mortality and our humanity.
How do we describe and cherish the wisdom of older women?
How do we integrate this wisdom into our families and our communities?
Do we see older women as a blessing or a curse; soul-companions or scapegoats?