I feel compelled by this episode to write this line or two about my Grandma Ruth: She was the embodiment of compassion. Her crystal blue eyes were like prized marbles. The kind you put up to your eye and try to see the sunlight through the sphere of glass. When she looked at me and smiled, the crystal and the blue sparked and lit me up with joy. Her smile made me know that I was safe and loved and seen. With a heart as big as life itself, she helped me see myself and believe in possibility. Thank you for this moment to reflect on her.
I'm so glad Molly's story took you back to your own grandma Lyn...those eyes. That both drew you in and lit you up. She sounds like she was a really important person in your life. Thank you for sharing this...
I love that the narrator's grandmother reminded her on her way to Oxford that "second is good too." It reminds me of my freshman year in college when my mom called me and I started rattling off all my grades -- an A on this, an A- on that. There was a pause as I was waiting for her to praise me, but instead she said, "Yes, but, are you having any fun?"
"Remember, second best is also fine. It takes all kinds to make a good world." That phrase has stuck with me and I find my mind returning to it over and over and over.
I feel compelled by this episode to write this line or two about my Grandma Ruth: She was the embodiment of compassion. Her crystal blue eyes were like prized marbles. The kind you put up to your eye and try to see the sunlight through the sphere of glass. When she looked at me and smiled, the crystal and the blue sparked and lit me up with joy. Her smile made me know that I was safe and loved and seen. With a heart as big as life itself, she helped me see myself and believe in possibility. Thank you for this moment to reflect on her.
I'm so glad Molly's story took you back to your own grandma Lyn...those eyes. That both drew you in and lit you up. She sounds like she was a really important person in your life. Thank you for sharing this...
Molly's story was a gift.
What a beautiful memory, Lyn.
Thank you friend.
I love that the narrator's grandmother reminded her on her way to Oxford that "second is good too." It reminds me of my freshman year in college when my mom called me and I started rattling off all my grades -- an A on this, an A- on that. There was a pause as I was waiting for her to praise me, but instead she said, "Yes, but, are you having any fun?"
"Remember, second best is also fine. It takes all kinds to make a good world." That phrase has stuck with me and I find my mind returning to it over and over and over.