My paternal grandmother, Vivien, was a petite, blond, quintessential
English lady and an astute businesswoman. She was the perfect grandmother as
far as I, her first grandchild, was concerned. She had stocks of my favorite
fondant mini cakes and always made meals for at least 30 people even when there
were only 6 of us for dinner. Her chicken soup pot was bottomless and my father
always enjoyed teasing her that there were at least 15 potatoes for each person.
She took me to the ballet and out to restaurants for lunch. She was generous to
a fault. She loved beautiful things and she saw the best in people. Her
response to a difficult situation was always “As one door closes three open.”
and I have carried that mantra with me however clichéd it sounds.
As I have been trying to make sense of the last five months
of Jonny’s illness, brain surgery and recovery it has occurred to me how pieces
of our family life seemed unwittingly to have fallen into place just in time
for Jonny’s trigeminal neuralgia to roar into action.
The day before Jonny went for his very first appointment at Johns Hopkins, I had finished my last day at work. I had also pulled out of a number of volunteer commitments, urged on by a gut feeling that I might not be able to follow through with them in the months to come. I closed all my doors (albeit unwittingly) and was able to devote my time completely to Jonny’s escalating nightmare and our sons’ needs.
The day before Jonny went for his very first appointment at Johns Hopkins, I had finished my last day at work. I had also pulled out of a number of volunteer commitments, urged on by a gut feeling that I might not be able to follow through with them in the months to come. I closed all my doors (albeit unwittingly) and was able to devote my time completely to Jonny’s escalating nightmare and our sons’ needs.
In January, as Jonny’s pain began to show clear evidence of
subsiding and his strength grew, I became more aware of those closed doors. With
the prospect of Jonny going back to work, (another closing door) my eye was
drawn to an article on Huffington Post by Russell Bishop an educational
psychologist and coach who had written a piece entitled “Soul-Talk: WhatHappens when G-d Closes a Door?”
He suggests that actually it’s not just new doors that open “Whenever
G-d closes a door, he opens a universe.” In the last few weeks with my
grandmother’s words ringing in my ears and Dr. Bishop’s adaptation, I have indeed
found a door (although in this case perhaps technically it is a window) opening
into a new universe –the blogosphere. With your encouragement and feedback I
have taken the plunge into a whole new world and the result is the blog you are
reading now. Welcome to Brainstorm!
Please comment on anything that resonates with you and feel
free to forward the link to my blog, to anyone you think might enjoy it. The
link is http://gillycannon.blogspot.com . Looking forward to hearing from you.
Gilly
So excited for this!
ReplyDeleteThanks for inspiring me!
DeleteWe're in business. So looking forward to future installments! You go girl!
ReplyDeleteThank you -it's support like yours that's helped through the door.(universe)
DeleteIn which direction will the universe pull you next???
ReplyDeleteGood question!- I have no idea ,but I have learned that being open to the unexpected can lead you into a whole new world.
DeleteGilly'le, You are amazing! Love you! Im a devoted Fan!
ReplyDeleteThank you. So are you!
ReplyDeleteI remember Vivien and Harry very well, as I am the daughter of Harry's cousin Solly Charing. I am sorry to learn of your family's health problems, and hope very much that everything will be much better for you all in the near future. Gabyxx
ReplyDeleteGaby-thank you so much for leaving a message and for friending me on Facebook. It's great to be in touch with you. I'd love to hear more about your family memories.
ReplyDeleteGilly x
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDelete