Yesterday I visited my grandmere (the "mere" because she is french).
She will be 95 in just a few short months. And, like so many people at 95, she is no longer able to move around and care for herself.
Which of course is sad. And hard for her. But I do not think of it as a bad thing.
Because I think of it like the squash plant in my garden that is growing out of control and escaping down the hill to my neighbors house. Right now it has vibrant green leaves. It is reaching it's tendrils in every direction. It is shooting out dozens of beautiful, bright flowers. And of course it has been giving me round juicy squash.
But in a few months?
In a few months it will stop growing. And it will begin to die. And in its place will be a space to plant something new.
But because of the squash plant, the space it leaves won't by "empty".
Because while it was here, the squash plant made the world more beautiful and nourished. It helped break down nutrients in the soil for plants that will come after. It gave a home for the worms and bugs and microbiotics in the soil. It provided tasty shoots and leaves for critters to nibble on. And it will go into the compost where it can "live anew" and provide a new layer of soil for the fall planting.
Because of this a farmer does not grieve the squash plant.
I've also learned a lot from my grandmere in the past months. She's told me stories about when she was young. She's told me about my grandfather I never met. And she's taught me a lot about people.
Yesterday when I visited her, I sat by her bedside and held her hand. She kept looking up at me and saying, "You're sweet. Thank you for visiting an old lady." And I realized something.
When you strip everything away. Our ego. Our vanities. Our desires to chop up and control each and every aspect of the world. When you strip all that away and get to the core of a human, one thing remains.
And that one thing is simple.
All we really want, at the end of the day, is for someone to sit by our side, hold our hand, and smile.
It's tough to remember that with everything going on. KPIs, getting the kids out of bed, paying bills, and the 10,000 other things life throws our way.
So I am thankful for the reminder.
I also hope that is what reading my emails feels like to you. At least in a sense.
I hope it feels like I'm sitting by your side, holding your hands, and smiling. So that you can feel confident to go out and accomplish your wildest dreams.
Go get em slayer.
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