My Grandmother | -grandma- You-re Wet- -final- By...

She didn't open her eyes, but a tiny, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She was ready for the next river. She had lived a life of wading in deep, of taking risks, and of laughing when the world tried to dampen her spirit. Conclusion

By embracing the mess, we embrace the fullness of being alive. Because in the end, we’re all just children standing on the bank, waiting for someone to show us that it’s okay to fall in. My Grandmother -Grandma- you-re wet- -Final- By...

If you find yourself standing on the edge of something scary, or if you’ve recently taken a tumble into the muck of life, remember the woman in the floral housecoat. She didn't open her eyes, but a tiny,

She had slipped. It wasn’t a dramatic fall, but a slow, rhythmic slide into the shallows while trying to retrieve a tangled fishing line. Her floral housecoat, usually starched and smelling of lavender and bacon grease, was now plastered to her frame, heavy with silt and river water. Conclusion By embracing the mess, we embrace the

My Grandmother: "Grandma, You’re Wet" – The Final Lesson by the River