Let me paint a picture.
There we were, my husband and I, in the kitchen working together to make soup — long stewing and brewing, making ham broth from ham hocks and herbs, soaked dry beans, fresh veggies. An all-day affair.
But toward the end a little hustle bustle ensues. Peel this, mince this, slice this, saute, etc. I asked for my husband’s help with the slicing, chopping and mincing.
And then we had a moment. He asked in a frustrated tone “what do you mean? How do you want this done?”
Old blueprint kicked in. Won’t even write it down and give it power. (Know right now that I am still on the Mental Diet wagon! Battle ensued and new blueprint won!)
I explained and let him be. I continued my part of the work and was affirming that he is whole, he is perfect, he is strong, he is powerful, he is loving, he is harmonious and he is happy. (Doing the same for me.)
I knew he was lovingly helping. Happy to help. I knew he had already moved on and wasn’t thinking about the “moment”. He was just over there chopping away.
I, on the other hand, was at the stove waging war.
I did so many affirmations and other substitutions, sent love his way, my way, slinging it around like a Viking berserker. Those old blueprint butterflies dissipated mightily.
Then when we were done with that, I re-read Og Mandino’s scroll in The Greatest Salesman in the World and my DMP (definite major purpose).
Whoa.
My DMP sang to me. Specifically, a line of we, as a family, cook together. It was happening and could have almost been ruined by my old blueprint. My DMP lifted me so high with joy most of the remaining butterflies just flew away.
And it gets even better. I had to tell him about my experience of my inner struggle and how I won. He went on to tell me that he was over there frustrated with himself because he had had a brain-freeze and was frustrated that he even had to ask how to slice and dice the veggies.
He too, had had an inner battle and won. And he shared with me that his DMP includes us cooking together and describes it as a beautiful dance.
With his sharing, the last butterfly was gone.
What a beautiful, perfect moment.
(PS… the soup is fantastic!)
Congrats, Ramona, on having this blog post highlighted during our weekly Master Mind meeting with attendance all around the world. Well done! And how excellent that you responded to every one of the comments here. I love that your being so personal about this shared experience with your husband is amazingly SO universal and helps so many of us see our own lives a little differently through your eyes.
Right! Agree 100% Gisele
Wow, that was a beautiful share. Thank you so much for being so open and sharing that experience with us.
Hi Amy,
Great job at recognizing your old habit. I love when those epiphanies happen
I am so humbled by everyone. Thank you all. This was such a huge moment for me. “Struggles” I think I am having aren’t happening. I recognize I just need to relax and breathe like everyone told us from day 1. When I do, then the exercises kick in. I know that now. It is up to me to observe and notice the beauty and miracles.
Thank you, Will! The infinite found in the finite.
Thank you, David. It is indeed. Excited for more of these moments.
I am in my chrysalis…metamorphosis.
It is bliss, Terri! I want more and more and more of those moments. Gives me drive.