It was one of those regular nights as my partner and I sat
down to eat dinner. We were discussing each other's day, our past and future. That evening,
I could not settle down in my seat to enjoy our food. He had a long day at work and he wanted to
talk about it. Yet, I was completely
distracted by an impulse. As my partner spoke, all I could feel was a
pull to the kitchen. It was annoying to
both of us. Each time he started to
speak. I was being energetically pulled to the kitchen. I explained to him, that I must figure it
out. I got up and move to the kitchen
which was two feet away. I looked around
our tiny space and asked, “What is it?”
We have a steel movable table in our kitchen which we use as a
preparation area. I had to investigate
this thing. There was nothing out of the
ordinary going on with this object. I
was not sure why I had to look at it. I
decided to ignore the urge to explore my curiosity.
My partner continued to talk about his day. He needed to be heard and although I was
trying my hardest to listen I was distracted once again from his story. My impulse to go to the kitchen was intense. I put down my fork, and got up again to examine
the object. This time my partner gave up
sharing his story. He surrendered to my impulse
to go into the kitchen again. It was not
the first time that something distracted me from eating dinner. So he let go.
However, I was frustrated that my intuition was taking me
away from eating. “What is it?” I got a push to continue to look in that
area. I really did not get it. I looked at each shelf. There was a toaster oven that we do not
use. It was old and I did not really used
one before. I was not planning on using
it any time soon. Okay. So there was a toaster oven. Big deal!
There was only a bowl on the bottom shelf. Yes, I love to bake but really, I’m eating
dinner. I’m not going to bake now. “What is it?”
I looked at my partner and his just continued to eat his dinner. “Naomi, it’s getting cold.”
“Yes, I know. But I
must figure this out.” I looked to the
left of the steel table and found some dirt that I missed. Okay, I will need
clean that up but I can do that after eating.
I looked to the right of the table.
There was the broom. It is the
tool to clean with. I get that. I gave up and sat down at the table. “Are you finished looking?” my partner raised
his eyebrow at me. I put my head down
and then looked up, “No.” I took a deep
breath, stood up, and walked back into the kitchen.
Another deep breath, I bend down to look underneath the
steel table. “Ah ha! This is it: the white stepping stool!” I started to laugh wholeheartedly. “I just heard my mother say if I had one of these,
I would have used it all the time with your father.” “Tom come over here,” I waved at my partner to
get up and meet me in the kitchen. I
stood on the stool and I was the same height as Tom. We embraced and held each other tightly. We both laughed and cried. My mother died a few months ago and it was a
relief to get that message from her. My mom
was only 5 foot 2 inches tall where my dad was 6 foot 2 inches. It was hilarious because Tom is 6 foot 6
inches and I’m about 5 foot 7 inches. By
standing on the stool it made it easier to connect with my honey. Our hearts were closer and both of us did not
need to overstretch to hug or kiss each other.
It was a sweet moment for us. I knew that my mother really loved me. She loved my father. She loved Tom. Even after death, she wanted to tell me to be
happy and to lighten up. Also she wanted
me to see the humour in life more. At
that moment, she reminded me that sometimes, my partner needs me to be at his
level too.
After we held each other, and returned to the table to
finish consuming our food, my partner did admit that he needs me to connect
with him deeper. We became closer
that night. I felt a deeper love for
myself, him, and my parents. The best part is that every now and again, one of us pulls out the stool so that we can look each other in the eye and say, “Now that’s the sweet spot.”
Experiences like this one helps me to remember to 'go with it'. When I follow my intuition, even when it doesn't make sense. Most of the time, I find more joy and humour in my life. It also brings me closer to those I love. So, why not? Just 'go with it' and experience life as it is.
