At work, there is a Mother and Grandmother who come in regularly. Although we do not speak the same language, or in the case of the Mother…bits of the same, we do share the same warm smiles. Each time they come to my wicket, the Grandmother bows and smiles the largest warmest grin that dances within her kind eyes. She reminds me of the wise Matriarch in Mulan.
I’m sure it’s comedic to watch. She bows. I bow. We laugh. She bows. I bow. X10 bowing. on repeat.
I can feel her spirit every time. I know nothing about her past or present other than the beautiful aura she carries with her. A brilliant smile, and uplifting presence.
Yesterday, the Mother came solo. I asked where Grandma was. She replied that she was resting at home.
She leaned in to my wicket and said to me “You know, my Mom loves you. She thinks you are beautiful and you are very kind.”
I told her I adored her Mom’s energy and I too thought she was beautiful. I wanted to expand more but she pointedly said…”My Mom is 90 years old. She’s always happy. Always smiling. Always thanking. She loves to live.”
I could see how much she appreciates having a Mom who loves life the way she does. A gift to her family.
Another Zen Joy person who crossed my path. ❤ I am so grateful for these light-sharers who’s mere presence illuminates any room. Who make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Who make you believe in the good within the world. That happiness and gratitude is something you choose. And spread it freely.
While I struggle some days to choose it; I see that Grandmother as a symbol of what I’m working toward. A countenance of loving life.
I used to think happiness was what I most sought after in life; but perhaps it’s fulfillment within life’s various stages. The not seeking the next chapter.
I’ll be happy when…
Rather, I’m fulfilled now with all that I am and all that I have (none of which are the material variety; but the human interaction kind).
My eyes continue to open to what’s important to my spirit. I embrace every lesson which comes my way; and they are often packaged in welcoming smiles and gentle energy.
90 years of wisdom encapsulated in a warm smile and gentle bow. Zero words spoken yet all the words I need (which I’m having a tricky time articulating just how much they mean to me).
Thank you Grandmother.
From my heart to yours,
Christine
Reclaiming LIFE 