A winter in the high mountains has shown me the tenuousness of life. But once we finally realize we don't live forever, well....that's our moment of liberation to really start living!
My neighbour, the incredible Swiss artist Helen Güdel is 89, soon to be 90. On Thursdays I walk down 100 stairs from my eagle's nest here in the high mountains of Switzerland and I take German lessons with her. She's not an official German language professor but Helen is an amazing teacher - exactly the right amount of discipline and praise. My two hour lessons generally involve second hand chain smoking, one hour of learning German and one hour of listening to wild stories from Helen's youth, her travels, her life as an artist and a lifetime that existed long before I was born. Did I mention she's almost completely blind?
I realize that while I feel more alive living in this stunning high place, so close to so many of Switzerland's 4,000 metre peaks, life also feels less permanent. Just a week ago we received the biggest snow dump in 40 years and spent two days with no electricity or internet (yes it was bliss). And today half the mountain slid onto the road down in the valley, a result of said snow melting. This combination of Mother Nature's wrath and Helen, still so full of energy and wit and yet also having lived so long - most days I can't help but think about life being tenuous.
So I often imagine a future when it’s the last day of my life….
I always visualize myself in a vast meadow of wild flowers, face turned to a bright blue sky, sun warm on my skin, all my favourite people and best dogs around me.
In this moment I’m not thinking of all the hours I didn’t work, or the emails I never checked, or the people I chose not to waste my time on. Nothing I didn't do matters.
I imagine it's my last few moments and I’m feeling so grateful for a life well lived, a life of freedom, of deep love and soul connections with incredible humans, a life spent dancing with wild abandon every morning and singing loudly and off key, decades spent walking the planet in awe of Mother Nature, so many women’s lives changed, me a loud voice always for those who the world tried to silence.
And in these moments I think, if that’s what I have done, if that's who I have been at the end of this one wild and precious life, it will be enough.
Helen reminds me that not only do I get to choose the life I live, but that I have a responsibility to other women to help them choose for themselves as well. As a woman of 89 , she has lived through an era where she had no right to earn money for herself, where she couldn't own assets or make choices without her husband's permission. And yet she defied society entirely - including choosing love over everything and creating an entirely new life for herself her in our little mountain village (that's an entire story in its own right!)
Despite the world's horrors I very much hope to live a very long time - but the bottom line is, all I get to do, all any of us get to do, is be alive right now. So I'm making this moment, and every one after it, exactly the moments I choose them to be. Because I can think of nothing worse than arriving in that meadow, sun on my face and a life time of regrets in my heart.
To find out more about Helen and enjoy her stunning art visit the Hosennen Museum in Törbel, Canton Wallis, Switzerland, where you’ll find her gallery and more information on her love story with mountain man Bruno.