Whitehorse, Yukon Territory
Just got off the phone with Grandma Bessie – who is 100 years, 2 months, and 4 days old (yes… she’s counting).
It’s been tough on her. As she says, “it’s a long time to live, you know?” She poses it as a question, though she doesn’t wait for a reply. She’s still got her wits about her and as she says, “there’s always something to be grateful for, even when you’re older than dirt.”
I’ve been practicing Gratitude a lot over the past few years. I find it helps a great deal. There is much in the world to be sad about – so much to get a person down. I watched a video about a study done in a prison where the inmates were given journals to record the things they were grateful for… the morale in the prison shifted over the time they practiced gratitude. I shared this with Grandma Bessie, to which she replied: “Well… I’m grateful I’m not in prison.”
Speaking with my Grandmother tends to be a bit of a challenge as she always starts the conversation with the negative things in her world. The pain in her body, her failing eyesight, and all the friends who have gone before her. Eventually, the conversation will turn to lighter topics, but it does take some patience to get there. It’s always worth it in the end as she is so delighted to hear from me. She always ends the conversation with details of the rest of her day (for someone with nothing to do, she’s awfully busy).
A simple “I love you” and the day turns to gratitude.
Today, I’m grateful for:
- the wisdom and time shared by my Grandmother, Bessie.
- the opportunity to travel and practice my art
- a fantastic group of artists who share my path
- love and kindness