Sometimes we write, sometimes we live until inspiration strikes us.
Yesterday my grandmother came to visit me.
This is something quite special.
For the last seven years she’s been taking care of my ageing grandfather and couldn’t get out much. Grandpa died in June and now, she’s slowly rediscovering her mobility and desire to explore. So at age eighty-five, she got on a seven hour train ride to come visit her family in the South.
We went on a bus tour through the city, let the sun and a warm breeze to kiss our faces and treated ourselves to delicious ice cream. In between there was a lot of laughter and a lot of stories.
My grandmother is a wise lady and in between our conversations, she drops some knowledge that sits with you, long after the talk is over.
Roll with the punches.
Sleep on the floor.
Try new food.
Open the champagne.
Travel the world.
Get to know people and their opinions.
Accept the course of life and practice gratitude.
Get to know the Giver of all things.
You cannot always change what happens, but it depends how you choose to feel about it.
When we arrive at my apartment, she gets very still.
“I’m just braving myself to walk up these 70 steps to your apartment.
(She made it up there in no time. Impressive.)
Writing for Five Minute Friday today.