roots

We all have this one place that we connect our roots to. We don't have to come from this place, but we feel a connection to this place. It is a place that lets us shine, that changes something in us.
I know that change always takes place within you, but there is no denying that things outside affect us as well. Whether this influence emanates from a person or a place - it doesn't matter. As soon as something touches us, we are allowed to take a closer look.
 
Have you ever asked yourself where your roots are, have you paid attention to the story of your parents, grandparents or even great-grandparents?
 
I don't think it's a secret and it doesn't have to be one, that I have not a good or a connection at all with my grandparents. I broke away from this because I believe that it doesn't matter whether you are linked to a person by water or blood, it is absolutely irrelevant. You can choose family! It is up to you who you want to have by your side. You can recognize your grandma in a person who isn´t related to you in any way at all. The connection you have with that person resonates far higher, it takes place on a different level than a consanguinity. And now let's be honest, these connections are usually worth more because they came out of our own free will and not out of a sense of duty.
 
They always say it doesn't matter where you come from, but who you are. And that is also correct. Still, I think we can find out where our origins lie. In which places did my ancestors live, where did they grow up, what did they experience, what shaped them, why were they the way they were?
If we deal with it, then we may be ready to understand them better and to accept them as they were and still are.
 
For me, a place with which I connect my roots is Lindau on Lake Constance, it is the place where my great-grandmother spent a long time of her life, it is one of the places in the world where I feel at home. Where my energy changes, where I change, where I find my way back to myself, where I can return to myself.
 
Today my great-grandma would have been 98 years old. She is the person who meant the most to me. It definitely hasn't always been easy for her and I take my hat off to what she has achieved.
Did she do everything right? No definitely not.
Could she have done many things differently or better? Yes, in any case.
But none of us do everything right in life. We all make decisions or actions and think afterwards, what the hell?! Hey this is life. We live it and we try to live it better every day.
 
No matter how grumpy my great-grandma was, no matter with what rash statements she hurt me, I loved her from the bottom of my heart! She loved to give, she cared, was always up for a joke, had the blackest sense of humour I´ve ever known. But the most important thing? There was warm, pure love in the look of her eyes. I will never forget her eyes and the way they were when she laughed.
Our eyes are the gateway to the soul and her soul was and is pure love - like all of us.
 
If I could, I would give anything to sit at the table with her again and see her laughing, just over the stupidest nonsense. These are the moments that we should cherish, that we should keep within.
 
Remind yourself that life is too short, that we can give every single day the chance to become the most beautiful one of our lives and we just live - let's just accept life as it comes upon us, because it is far too short.
 
Let's find out where our roots are and see what that triggers in us. Let´s open ourselves to the new, but also to the old. Sometimes we are allowed to take a closer look, maybe also into the past again, in order to be finally ready to go forward and say with love goodbye to the past.

Roots…
what are they doing with you?