A Little More Each DayI have much gratitude to my friend Ken, who has been guiding me over the last few months. Last November, I was stuck in what I called “Tech Hell”, and I reached out on Facebook to be saved and Ken answered my call. Since then, he has empowered me to “own” the tech part of my business. Several weeks ago, Ken informed me that I had to name my blog. I added that to my To-Do list and every night I spent at least 5 minutes thinking of what to name it. I should have known it never comes when you expect it to. Last week I heard my GrandMothers voice in something that I read, and it stuck. This Post is dedicated to Ken and wsitotalinternet.ca.
The only GrandMother I knew was my Granma on my Moms side. She was a strong voiced Romanian woman. Always looked and smelled beautiful with a fresh face of gentle makeup. To be honest, I don’t feel like I really know who she was. In this moment I am realizing I was actually afraid of her and I’m not even sure why. This is definitely calling for some reflection. I am sure my Granma wouldn’t have wanted me to fear her. Granma Mary went to live in the Spirit world 20 years ago at the age of 76.
My Biological fathers mother, was a half First Nations Mohawk and half Irish woman born in Windsor Ontario. Her name was Patricia, She died at age 42 of suicide. Her Mother, my great Grandmother Mary, was born on Six Nations Reserve on The Grand River. She died in Windsor at the age of 29, two years after giving birth to my grandmother Patricia. Great Grandmother Mary also died of suicide.
Inside, I have always had this unexplained passion and respect for Elders and this aching in my heart to understand where I came from and who the woman were who birthed me. The only Granma I knew had a compelling voice. She spoke in a strong tone with command and knowledge. The Grandma’s I never knew didn’t have a voice. It was taken away through oppression and assimilation. Until writing this blog of my Grandmothers, I never recognized or fully understood where my passion to be heard was initiated. I hear myself now loud and clear and appreciate my purpose.
I came across this poem on Google, Author unknown.
“A Grandmother is a remarkable woman.
She is a wonderful combination of
warmth and kindness, laughter and love.
She overlooks our faults, encourages our dreams,
and praises our every success.
A Grandmother has the wisdom of a teacher,
the sincerity of a true friend,
and the tenderness of a mother.
She is someone we admire, respect and
Love very much
A Grandmother will always have a cherished
place in our memories and in our hearts.
she is someone for whom we want every happiness
in return for the joy she always brings.
A Grandmother is all the dear and precious things in life.”This poem, in its simplicity, made my heart sing. This is where I heard my Grandmothers voice. Even though I was reading the above, I was hearing her voice and what the experience of living in this time and space is to teach us. Having a Grandmother in our lives demonstrates the principles that each and every one of us should strive for and purposes we should have. Every morning upon rising and each evening before sleeping, we must give thanks for the life within us and for all life. We must grow a little more each day and consider our thoughts and actions and seek for the courage and strength to be a better person. To seek for the things that will benefit everyone. To honour and show esteem for someone or something and to consider its well-being. To treat everyone with deference or courtesy and every person with respect at all times.
I love the idea of growing a little more each day. To consider ourselves and others and have no judgement is what knowledge and experience bring. My physical Grandmothers may not be here but I get their messages and they share their visions. It is my purpose through my blog to safely share my experiences and knowledge. To story tell and to grow a little more each day with the guidance of my Grandmothers Voice I look forward to sharing.
Nya:weh | Miigwetch