The more I continue to read Remen’s My Grandfather’s Blessing, the more I find myself agreeing and
relating to the stories and situations she so beautifully describes. Throughout
this third reading I became very in tune to her discussions of “blooming”, “pearls of wisdom”, and “growth”. Each of these chapters was in
correlation with one another, but in life many things are. Individuals need
stepping stones in order to get from point A to point B, we cannot simply
teleport to a different chapter of our lives without missing important lessons
or wisdom along the way. For example, if I were to take a plane across the
country, I would miss the beauty and the dark and ugly truth that I could
capture if traveling by car, bike, or foot. These chapters in My Grandfather’s Blessing reminded me
not to rush things and that living in the present is far more valuable than
leaping into the future.
In the first section of Part III, Remen talks about a
reoccurring dream that she has. This dream seems horribly “disturbing” and
confusing to her for some time until she goes to see an acupuncturist to clear
the stress building up within her.
“Suddenly I understood
how the rock felt. The rock was afraid to let the bulb bloom. It knew the
daffodil’s value and was determined that it must not come to harm. If it
bloomed and became visible, it could be hurt. I also understood for the first
time that if it did not bloom, the daffodil might die.” (page 134)
This excerpt, I believe, can
relate to many college students. Many times our parents try to “protect” us
from the outside world that is chalked full of opportunities to make “bad
decisions”, yet if we do not learn to make good decisions ourselves it will
only make it harder to in the long run. Some protection is good, but too much
protection may shelter a being from a beautiful life and without the ability to
blossom there may be no opportunity for this to occur. If given the option to
bloom there is room to grow and find strength within one’s self, and if not
given the option there only lays a weak being that had potential to thrive. Let’s
face it; the world would be at a far more fragile state if everything living
upon it were protected like the daffodil was by the rock.
Growth is only available to an individual if there is not
a “rock” lying upon one’s self. Wisdom comes from experiencing life and what it
offers one as an individual, but without out growth comes no wisdom.
“An oyster is soft,
tender, and vulnerable. Without the sanctuary of its shell it could not
survive. But oysters must open their shells in order to “breathe” water. Sometimes
while an oyster is breathing, a grain of sand will enter its shell and become a
part of its life from then on.” (page 139)
Remen goes on to explain how,
with each grain of sand the oyster creates the pearl over a period of time and
that not all oysters can do this. As humans, we obviously must breathe in order
to live; even if breathing was painful we still must do it in means for
survival. Without our breath we cannot experience life, nor could we obtain
wisdom from the things that interfere with our lives. I believe if one does not
allow things to naturally happen, if one was constantly planning every move, then
one would not see the things that are constantly passing them by; life. Going
through life on “auto-pilot” does not give room for growth nor wisdom.
In the chapter “The Way Through”, a young diabetic is
troubled by his disease until he learns to find strength within it. The boy has
a dream about the Buddha and how strength was found within himself.
“The statue continued to
grow, its face peaceful as before. The knife did not change either. Gradually,
it became a tiny black speck on the breast of the enormous smiling Buddha.
Watching this, David felt something release him and found he could breathe
deeply for the first time in a long time. He awoke with tears in his eyes.”
(page 142)
David did not understand how to
deal with his disease for a long time, but when he accepted himself he learns
to overcome his illness as the Buddha did with the knife. My dad has a chronic
illness that I believe can sometimes trap him within his body, but without
strength he would be this way every day.
Disease can be “lonely, constricting, and terrifying” (page143), as I
have witnessed my dad endure this. But like the Buddha, it is possible to
“blossom” out of whatever is constricting one’s being whether it be a knife or
a disease. Remen beautifully ties together this power of “growth”, “wisdom”,
and “strength”. With strength comes freedom.