My grandfather grew up working in a coal mine. He was one of a large brood of kids in the French speaking section of Belgium– they call it Wallonia and people from there Walloons.
That is straight up Dr. Seuss, is it not?
Anyway. I think about him often. Though I am not one to have daily contact with my family (oh, hell let’s be real– I can go months without talking to any of my siblings or my parents by phone), we are close in spirit. Very close. And my grandpere came to mind quite strongly yesterday as Lizardek’s comment “You have the BEST LIFE” reverberated through my thoughts.
My first response to her joyous exclamation* was, oh great– thanks. Now everybody is gonna hate me.
Hey. I know that is totally seventh grade– I am just being honest here. That was my immediate response. Don’t celebrate something good because it will incur jealousy, rejection, animosity– you name it. Something not good.
So I was sitting with this and thinking about it as I moved through my day in, you know, the BEST LIFE. It’s been a tough week in many regards. It has been a flipping walk in the park, literally, in other regards. But even in the midst of bureaucratic frustrations, physical limitations, emotional turmoil or technical aggravations, I am never not aware of how fortunate I am. Not ever.
If I had to say why I am deeply in love with my life it is because of the freedom.
If there is one thing above all others that I need to be alive and well, it is freedom. And I have this– the greatest blessing of my life. There is not one moment of one hour in one day that I am not fully cognizant of how lucky I am. Not just because my grandfather climbed his way out of that coal mine with a vision of a different life, but because of all my ancestors worked so hard to make a better life for their children. They did.
Most especially my parents.
I don’t come from a family keen on putting attention on yourself, (NOTE: understatement of the year). No doubt quite a few roll in their graves with a big groan every time I post on this public forum. To live a good life is a private matter– in their world anyway.
But here I am, free to do otherwise.
Thanksgiving is a few weeks off– but there’s no telling what kind of mood I will be in then– so in this minute I want to stand in the shower of light and say thank you.
That I can be in this world now with the incredible luxury of following my heart and spend my days seeking beauty and still more beauty because there is no end to the beauty– it just leads you on and on and on.
*I can presume joyous because I have known Lizardek for years and know that she loves me in all my fully flawed beauty so I knew to the marrow of my bones her words had no sting with them– she is genuinely happy for me.