DO IT FOR YOUR GRANDMOTHERS.

Do it for your grandmothers…..the words were spoken while listening to the Chillpreneur audio book the other day.

I started crying.

Do it for your grandmothers.

My grandmothers…….

Irene, a British woman who’s husband died when her youngest, my mom was only a couple of months old. She raised her 3 children on her own in lower class England barely scraping by. Factory work, a life of survival & the mundane was her reality….. but I saw the glimmer in her eyes when she would read me and my sisters tea leaves & tell us of the great adventures we would go on. I saw the surrender & trust in the Divine when we were on a small fishing boat in the tumultuous mediterranean sea with swells crashing against our boat & she said ‘I sure hope we make it back, I’d like a cup of tea’.

I often wonder what the dreams were that she had, the life that she wished to live. The truth that she came here to embody. The witch, the healer, the maga that was underneath the surface that was maybe wanting to be seen.

I stand in my truth for her.

And Olive, a Canadian woman who left her husband & children - my dad and his sister when they were babies to start a different life in the United States. She climbed mountains, excelled in her career, travelled the world. My dad and her were reunited when my dad was an adult. We would spend summers with her and her husband, they treated me and my sister like the most loved granddaughters - we were loved but we could only call her Olive as she hid from her friends that we were of the same blood.

She took me and my sister on holidays to Mexico once, we rented a Volkswagen beetle at the airport - she fell asleep behind the wheel on our drive to the resort. We hit the ditch and had to hitch hike. A grandmother and her two granddaughters walking the back roads of Mexico. On that same trip we took a bus to Guadalajara and the movie on the bus was the Exorcist. It was wild.

She was wild.

I saw it in her & sometimes wonder what kind of internal hell she was living in that made her decide to leave and hide behind a facade all of those years.

I peel off my masks for her.

I don’t know the dreams my grandmothers had, I don’t know the pain they endured, I don’t know the exact sacrifices they made but I do know the work I do on me - I do for them. The truth that I stand in, the voice that I use, the freedom I create - it’s for them, it’s for my mother, it’s for my daughter, & it’s for the granddaughters that are yet to be born.
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