I need to be completely honest here: I find it much easier to let go with hate, especially when that which is being let go is a relationship with another human, personal or otherwise. Competitive to the core, I’m able to come up with a list ½ mile long of why I am the better person, why I deserve more or better or faster or, or, or…Making things so black and white allows me to come out on top, with the halo. But you know what else I end up with? Sometimes guilt, sometimes shame and sometimes I’ve given up any opportunity to ever approach that person again with my pride intact; all the bridges have been burned. Then what am I left with? Yup. I’m left alone with me, and a new pile of manure to attend to. Hmmm, I trade one pile for another.
Sooooo…., what if I attempt this spiritually enlightened idea of letting go with love? No setting up teams, no losing- everyone wins. The first element that needs to change is my perception that pain, loss, discomfort and sadness are bad emotions to be avoided at all costs. Now, bear in mind that in order to continue to change this perception, I must also give up all of the coping mechanisms that I’ve adapted over the years to “deal” with these feelings. I gave up the drugs and alcohol long ago and continue to give up “eating” these emotions. Within the last year, my body has shut down a bit so that I am not always able to workout to counteract this stuff. I’ve been left with feeling. Ugh. How interesting is it that when left alone to feel, I’ve decided to turn back to a competitive scenario- the human psyche is interesting indeed.
I wonder if this would be easier if I didn’t use the extremes of “love” and “hate”? Maybe I need a different phrase. Maybe, just maybe the concept is as simple as trusting; trusting myself that I’m making the right decision, and that I’m hearing positive direction from the Universe [Yes, this hole just keeps getting deeper.]
Let’s simplify this concept and apply it to the kitchen. Today I threw caution to the wind and made soup created completely without a recipe. My general modus operandi is to check through the recent saved recipes to see if one catches my attention. Today I decided to challenge myself and not go to the store for ingredients; instead I had to use what I had on hand. The resulting aroma is now wafting through the house- a wonderfully flavorful vegetable soup with chicken and quinoa. I started by heating some olive oil, adding a couple cloves of garlic minced and a handful of chopped red onion. This is one of the best smells ever! (My friend West has referred to the aroma of sizzling garlic and onion as Chanel #9) Next I went to the produce drawers where I found carrots, parsnips, zucchini, yellow squash and fennel. I eyed a couple of tomatoes on the counter; thinking, as grandma always said, that the color would be a nice addition. I decided to go with some chopped spinach from the freezer instead. Into the pot along with the veggies went a couple cups of chicken left from yesterday’s rotisserie, some rosemary, thyme, sea salt and pepper. In the end when the pot was bubbling nicely, a cup of quinoa was added, the flame was turned to low and the top put on the stock pot. Mission
Trust. I knew that I’d be able to put together a pretty good pot-full of yumminess, but this result is gastronomically awesome- much better than anticipated. It’s a big step to compare the act of trusting my cooking instincts to that of trusting my instincts in regard to human relationships- the emotions seem so much more where real when other people are involved. However I will allow myself this cooking success, knowing that I’ve arrived here by building upon each experience with the soup pot- taking a risk each time. And ultimately isn’t that what we do when we allow people into our lives? We trust in the risk and trust in the lesson. Oh yeah, there’s always one of those.
