As creative beings, we are constantly seeking meaning. Whether through our daily lives, our art, our connections, or some other purpose or cause, we seek to make sense of ourselves, the world around us, and all the joys and griefs that come with the ride.
When we look back, there are some people in our lives that had such an extravagant impact on us that it’s impossible to separate them from us… from our understanding of things. From our own meaning. From who we are at our core.
My Granny is one of those extraordinary people. She taught us to find shapes and meaning in scribbles, to savour every last taste of a treat (to the last scrape of the cake batter!), and to run wild in the forest and hug trees. She taught us to see elves hiding in the flowers, how to send hugs and kisses on the wings of Canadian geese, and how to give a proper hug— boy could she give a hug! The kind of hug I still feel now, even though she left this world five years ago today.
My Granny taught us a lot about love. She was made of pure love…and it showed in her every word and action. From making sure everyone around her was cared for, to tending to her plants and gardens, to homemade dinners, desserts, and handmade gifts to listening with a compassionate ear and a fully present mind, and offering never-ending words of affection…Granny was, and still is, love. I feel her in the sunshine, the blades of windswept grass, and the birds soaring overhead. I hug trees as she would, and dig my hands and feet into the soil, as she so enjoyed. She found beauty and creativity in the smallest things, and loved even the smallest of creatures.
As a sensitive, loving person, I know how tough it can be to show up in a world where the same isn’t always reciprocated. Where greed often overtakes compassion, fitting-in overrides authenticity, and fear overtakes love. There are moments when I wish to dim my sensitive heart— because wouldn’t it be easier? But then I look at where I come from. I come from love. I come from compassion. I come from creativity. I come from a long line of sensitive, loving hearts. And all I have to do is pause and look at how much that love meant to me growing up; how it continues to hold me in the face of struggle and pain; how it has made me; how it is me. And that’s why I keep showing up with the intention of love. To give love, to receive love, to inspire love, to spread love. Yes, I’m sure of it: nothing is stronger, nothing is more important than sensitive, loving hearts.
When I was studying film in University, I had the opportunity to make a documentary featuring my incredible, loving, creative Granny. As a way of honouring her, who I am, and where we all come from when we trace back our meanings, I’d like to share that film today. Granny, my hero, I love you, forever and always.
Watch the Short Documentary, Miracle Hands
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