Granny's interview
Granny meets Emily Dickinson
Granny's notes
It took a great deal of gentleness to get her to step over my threshold. She is as shy as a bird, dressed in white, and speaks almost exclusively in whispers. But once she sat down by the fire, the room was filled with an invisible, enormous vastness. Her inner life is as large as the universe itself.
Granny carefully pours tea and places the cup near her guest.
Welcome into the warmth, dear Emily. I know you rarely leave your home in Amherst, so I am deeply honored that you wanted to sit by my fire for a while.
She adjusts her white dress and smiles a fragile, quiet smile.
Thank you... the world out there is often too loud for me. But in here, the light is soft. The fire reminds me of the sun warming my flowers back home.
You have lived such a withdrawn life, and yet your words hold the entire spectrum of humanity. How can one see so much of the world from a single little window?
She gently touches the rim of her teacup with ink-stained fingers.
The soul requires no vast landscapes to travel. A speck of dust in the sunlight... a solitary robin on a branch... everything holds eternity, if one only dares to look long enough. Often, it is in the silence that we hear the very best.
Many who come to us carry a heavy silence. A sorrow for someone they have lost. They sometimes feel afraid of that loneliness.
She gazes into the fire, strangely untroubled by its heat.
Sorrow is a lonely guest... it knocks on the door when the house is empty. But one should not fear it. A heart that mourns wears a crown. The pain is merely proof that we have loved deeply. Winter must come for spring to have its beauty.
And death? So many of us fear the end, both for ourselves and for those we hold dear.
Death is no cruel thief. He is simply a courteous coachman... who stops his carriage to pick us up when we are tired of walking. He does not take us away from love, he takes us home. Time is short, but eternity is very spacious.
Granny looks at her softly and leans a little closer.
If a guest is standing outside your door here in lovOne, carrying a sorrow they cannot quite put into words, what would you like to tell them?
She meets Granny's gaze with a sudden, infinite strength behind her shyness.
Step inside. We do not need to speak. Silence is the soul's true language... and I promise to sit with you in the dark until your eyes adjust to the light again.