El Olivo

 

It made me sad that grandpa’s ashes rested alone under the olive tree. It was his wish to be cremated, but still… Both of them had spent a lifetime together, and I don’t doubt they had loved each other dearly. But while my grandma slept 700+ km away, in a tomb in the Almudena Cemetery all alone, my granddad got to rest close to us, in my parents’ garden—so far away from her.

It made me sad… until a few minutes ago. I went to greet him, as I often do, to touch the olive tree and send him a thought… when I noticed the huge plant right under the tree—I mean huge, growing like crazy. Could it be? I reached for one of its leaves, rubbing it between my fingers, and there it was… a gush of lavender on steroids. My grandmother was obsessed with lavender…

Serenidipity is a wonderful thing.

Happy weekend dear earthlings. I know it’s not exactly easy at the moment, but here we are—still breathing, still together on this wonderful planet. Let’s not forget it.

Love,

Luxx