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The Gift of Grandmother Spirit

Grandmother Spirit was given to me nearly 30 years ago, although I didn’t understand the impact she would have until late last year. Here’s the story.

I was serving as a team member during a program for native women who were caregivers. Most of them were exhausted, many of them dealing with severe family problems. The course was eye-opening, a glimpse into these women’s lives. There was music and rituals that strengthened everyone’s spirit.

At the end of each day, we all hugged each other, heart to heart. When I hugged one woman, a singer with the most beautiful voice, she moved in so close that it was like we dissolved into each other. When I heard her whisper, “Oh, Grandmother Spirit”, the words resonated so deeply in me that every cell in my body vibrated with aliveness. My cells tingled.

I had no idea what she meant, as I had no further opportunity to speak with her. I wondered if she meant I was wise, or naming me, or if she was calling me an old soul, or… well, I didn’t know so I let it drop. My life was busy at that time, and I didn’t take the time to reflect. It didn’t seem that important.

Late last year while I was recovering from a traumatic fall, I remembered the whisper and every time I replayed those three word in my mind, I felt loving energy vibrate in my every cell. I knew that I was to claim her now. Claim the name, claim my wisdom, claim the depth of love and spirit that I had been taking for granted all these years.

Now, all these years later, I cannot set Grandmother Spirit aside. She is me, and she is the heart and soul of my work – profound love and connection with Spirit. I tingle all over again every time I tell this story. As I even think those three words, the vibrations bring goose bumps.

Our lives offer us many signs, and if we are not yet ready at the time, they will return when we are ready, even eager, to hear them. I did not have the courage or self-knowledge when the gift of Grandmother Spirit came to me. I do now.

The more I claim all of who I am, the more I am Grandmother Spirit. Those who know me well say it suits perfectly (and not just because of our 11 grandchildren). I think so too. My soul sings.

Sometimes a Great Fall

After a ten-month hiatus, my fingers have found the keyboard again, and ideas flow.

“What happened?” You may ask.

I love people. I love writing. Life doesn’t always follow our plans (especially if we are indecisive).

In late November, my right foot slipped off a stair and I fell awkwardly, completely breaking my left femur. I was fortunate (or blessed) to fall when my husband was home to call 911. The paramedics arrived quickly, hustling the leg into traction and me into the ambulance. I discovered that I quite enjoy laughing gas, and the paramedics were consistently kind and attentive.

After surgery, 7 units of blood, and a metal rod from knee to hip through the centre of the bone, I was moved to a rehabilitation facility, where I learned to handle daily self-care, manage the wheelchair, and eventually walk with a walker.

Everything had come to a full stop. I didn’t tell many people where I was, nor did I write. My friends and family were delightfully supportive, more so than I could have imagined.

I turned within, examining my life, recognizing that the full stop and recovery was as much spiritual as physical. The lesson was blatant. I had been indecisive in business direction, and wanted to use my gifts more fully. Suddenly the decision was made for me.

I met some wise older people in rehab, mostly women, and discovered within me a deep respect for age and for calm knowing. Many lessons came to me in that time. I shall write about them going forward.

Now that I am fully mobile, you can follow Grandmother Spirit emerging from this cocoon.

Grandmother Spirit. Truth + Love. That’s all that matters. We must go deeper within ourselves to find the beauty and wisdom that is our gift.

Remember you are blessed, no matter what life tosses you.

Love, Jean