Today I honor my maternal grandmother‘s birthday. She was born on this day in 1902. Last night to celebrate her, I watched the movie 1917. Considering the global environment when she was just 15 years of age, combined with the flu epidemic of 1918, I am aware that it is miraculous that I am alive. Her behavior was often perplexing to me as a young one in the 60s. And yet as the years go by, I come to understand and appreciate her more and more. I don’t miss her. I feel her with me in my strong limbs, in my willingness to sing and dance, in my black Irish humor and even in my choice of mate and residence.
What have your ancestors gone through? How might that support you as you continue to stay home and stay healthy?Ki to Happiness honors those who’s shoulders we stand upon.