Grandmas and Scuba Diving Deals

A lot of the time, I think of being somewhere other than I am, which is very much against the zen-like "Chop wood, carry water." ( I'm working on it though:) ) I mean, if I were in Egypt looking at pyramids then really I'd be experiencing something, right? Or, if I were in Morroco having mint tea out of an ornate metal pot I'd be learning something about the world.... but tonight, I know that life and I are at the same speed.... for once. And you know what? I talked to 3 of the grandmothers in my life within about an hours time. 3 of them... in one night. This has never occured, and I didn't even piece this together until my fingers hit this keyboard. On the telephone first, I talked to my mothers mother, Patricia, after whom I am named. Who is my emotional mother. She birthed my emotional self, nurtured it, and continues to do so, and forever will. She taught me how to love with my fullest heart, and we are learning together that boundaries are just as loving as open gates.

As I was on the telephone with my mother's mother, I got a call waiting beep from my Father's Mother, Bonnie, or most officially, Bonita Christine (which she has always wished her real and first name was Christine, but aren't the rest of us just loving Bonnie?) beeped in to tell me that they would be at my house in 10 minutes to pick up their doggie from his city life vacation. I mean, how many times in my life has this grandma said, "my GPS says I'll be there in 10 minutes." How lovely a sound. And, she was- they were- my grandparents, at my door. My grandma Bonnie birthed my spiritual self. She taught me about the magic of the universe- how to listen for fairies, about the power of gemstones, took me to my first astrologer and that, most importantly, when you miss someone, if you concentrate very hard you can send them a kiss  that will feel like a butterfly on their cheek.

When I came back inside from seeing off my Grandma Bonnie, I noticed that AMC's Grandma Kathy called, probably to check on our (delightful) trip to Austin, Texas this weekend, which did in fact, turn out to be the purpose of her call. But, as usual with 2 ladies- turned into much more of a conversation of well, good ol' life- then and now. Grandma Kathy, I have a feeling, is birthing my familial self. I'll let you know when I know for sure but, my hunch is that Kathy is a teacher of constance, and this is probably my most foreign, and well, newer traits life has in store for me to adopt. Kathy has lived in the same house since 1953. Which means the same town, in the same neighborhood.

Both of my other grandmas have that bit of gypsy in them that I certainly do too. Gypsy life is not necessarily for everyone, but it is a comfortable way to exist when that is how you breathe. But just scuba diving, in order to explore a whole new world below, sometimes we can learn how to breathe in a different way. And, I am beginning to think that this very balance is what AMC and I are bringing to one another. I'll trade you a bit of gypsy, for a bit of constance. Deal? Deal.