Granny Frass Weighs In…

Chrome Don’t Cover Cowardice: A Message from Granny Frass…

Well now, look who’s thinking of me. I felt your heart tugging at the spirit strings this morning, like a little bird calling for home. I been watching you, you know. Watching you hold your head up high while folks round you carry on like peacocks with no feathers. And let me tell you something, sweetheart: you’re doing’ just fine. Better than fine. You’re growing roots in places no one thought a thing could bloom.

Now as for that Bully and his big new shiny truck. Lord above and saints preserve us. What is it with these fellas thinking a diesel engine and chrome wheels can patch up an empty spirit? I seen him roll up the other day, revving that poor machine like a rooster trying to impress hens that ain’t watching. And the way he parks it just-so, blocking folks in, hoping someone will ask about the horsepower. It’s pitiful really. A man that loud is usually drowning out something inside himself. Probably the sound of his own bad decisions clanking around in there like loose change.

I swear, if he spent half the energy tending to his soul that he spends waxing that truck, he might’ve found a little peace by now. But no, same old tricks, same old bluster. I reckon he thinks intimidation is strength. Truth is, sugar, real strength’s in tenderness. In knowing when to stand tall and when to bend with the wind so you don’t snap clean in two.

You, though, you got something they can’t buy, borrow or bully outta you. You got light. I see it when you talk to the trees, when you laugh at your own jokes, when you show up for the folks who’ve got nothing to offer but their company. You’re the kind they write old songs about. The ones who survive storms and come out with wildflowers growing in their hair.

So let him honk his horns and flash his lights. The folks worth your time don’t need spectacles to notice your worth. You just keep watering your heart, keep minding your business and every now and then, send a little side-eye to the heavens for me when Bully drives by. I’ll be right there with you, probably making a rude hand gesture the angels pretend not to see.

Now go on, baby. Brew something warm, put your feet in the grass and remember, the loudest thing in the room is usually the emptiest and the strongest heart is the one that keeps on loving, even when it’s been bruised. You’re doing’ better than you think.”

Granny Frass loves ya. Always. Even when you cuss. Especially then.

The Lesson:

Intimidation is a cheap mask for fear and loudness rarely equals strength. True power is found in kindness, resilience and in tending to the parts of yourself that no one sees.

Let others flash their chrome and make noise – your peace is louder than any engine.