We had our rituals and secrets.
In the evening before falling asleep, there were some rituals. In winter the electric blanket was waiting for us. There was no heating on the first floor where the bedrooms were. My grandma read her novels, and I immersed myself in my books.
In her bedside table, my grandma had always her prayer books, talisman, or letters I had written to her. You could call it: A bedside table full of protective helpers so that the demons stayed away from us.
We had a lot in common, especially that we do what we love.
When I take a look into my drawer of my bedside table today, I see that I copied something from my grandma. The chocolate is missing. But otherwise there are similarities.
When I think of my current working day, I feel that it’s similar to the one of my grandmother. And when I paint or create something, like my grandma, I feel like I’m immersed in another world. I’m in the here and now. And there’s only what I am currently creating.
And this fulfills me. This gives me purpose. And often I am so happy that I want to share my joy immediately with others.
My grandmother also shaped my role model for women.
I’ve never been a traditional housewife either. And I’m sure I won’t be one in this life . Please don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against being a housewife. On the contrary, if someone loves to do housework or to iron, whether a man or a woman, then that’s wonderful.
For me it’s important that we love what we do. That’s it. Only then we shine inside out.
But it has been already clear to me when I was child that the household work would never become my “sole ruler’s kingdom”. Until today I’ve lived this strategy, with success. Men with whom I shared an apartment or household we always have shared the work or if possible we had external support.
I believe that my grandmother influenced me a lot here. I didn’t grow up with a mindset that housework is only women work.
During my crisis 14 years ago, she whispered to me from above: Follow your heart. It knows the way.
When my grandmother died in 2006 at the age of almost 95, it was very painful for me and a great loss. During my private and professional crisis 14 years ago, she often appeared to me during my three years coaching education, among others in hypnotherapy where you have a lot of trance journeys, and helped me to find my new way to start my own business “Visionsmanufaktur”.
The core message I received from her was: “Follow your heart. It knows the way.” And it became clear to me that I wanted to work on my own. And that I wanted to help other people to find their mission, their guiding star as well as their heart visions.
Even now in my artistic and creative activities, I feel connected to her.
Now my grandma feels so present for me again. And I feel that the more I open myself to my artistic and creative existence, the more a part of her lives on in and through me. And this feels so well received. And I feel so much connected to my “inner little Heike” who felt so comfortable at the time with my grandma and copied so much from her.
Maybe the sewing machine will be unpacked again, e.g. to integrate fabrics into my paintings. I’m not ready for it now. But I’m sure it will also find its place if it should. Maybe before I have to go through a few more lessons in patience.
Or maybe I will print fabrics and clothes with my art. Who knows?!
In any case, life surprised me again that 16 years after her death I feel her so close in my life with her way of life and her vocation as an artist in me.
And who knows what would have happened to our artistic expression if my great-grandmother whose days were counted hadn’t told my grandma to sew?
And if I go back another generation, I also thank my great-grandmother, especially for your courage and love for life. A birth is still not a matter of course today. It’s a moment when the woman also risks her life. Too often this is forgotten.
My great-grandmother often took this risk with seven children, even in times of war, when many lose hope.
Without her willingness to take risks, her courage and love, I wouldn’t exist. And I wouldn’t write this article today.
I hope she looks down from heaven now and is happy that the words to my grandmother on her deathbed have lived on in me and my daily creative and artistic activity and being, too.
I thank from the bottom of my heart, my mother, my grandmother and my great-grandmother – for my life. On my mother’s deathbed, I promised her that I would make the most out of my life, and to take the courage to follow my heart in everything.
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- And if so, who was it and to what extent did he/she influence you?
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- In which area of your life could you integrate his/her inspirations and thoughts which have been good for you?
- What can you already implement in the next two weeks?
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