August 2nd would have been my Grandfather's 76th birthday. I have talked a lot about his power to love and bring people together. I realized recently that I don't talk nearly enough about his silliness.
He was an extraordinarily silly person, which I cherished throughout my life. I can feel that I suppress the same silliness in myself. The other gifts I've inherited from him are easier to allow to shine. Being silly is an act of vulnerability for me.
These last couple of months I've been thinking about this a lot. I've done a lot to walk in my Grandfather's light of love, possibility and community, I think the next one to work on is being foolish.
Being a Force for Good 