I sent this picture to a few of my favourite people. I said, ” what I want my heart to look like”. I found it SO interesting that that was my first thought when I looked at that picture. So my next question was, “What is it that you see when you look at this picture?” So from what I can see, here it is…
nothing is for show. someone entered the kitchen and took a picture because the sun rays were beaming in. the moment of stillness caught on film in a fraction of time. the brita drink container in its useful ugliness wasn’t even put away for a better shot.
it’s not fancy. nobody has tried to capture the perfection of pinterest in this kitchen. the drawers are melamine. the fabric under the sink is from a discount booth at a Walmart. but, in my heart, no “perfectly put together” and Italian marble could capture the essence of this kitchen.
all the things I love and matter to me are in this kitchen. sun rays. warmth. love of nature. comfort. sustenance. humility. beauty. safety. functionality. ease. and most of all, AUTHENTICITY. there’s also a beautiful aged chandelier adding a touch of glamour to the room.
So Yes, I want my heart to look like this kitchen on a summers day. The window is thrown open. Cats bask on the window sill. There’s onions ripening for a family dinner on the counter top. The unpretentious brita jug is in plain view. There’s a touch of glamour in the chandelier adding a touch of celebration to its function. a little indescript clock is marking time.
There’s a chair waiting in the dining nook for you, my friend.
I used to resent special treatment. I can hold my own door, thank you. The other day I had a change of heart. Two gentlemen stood on either side of the elevator and held it while I got on. Wow. Was my heart ever a puddle of love and respect for them. I wanted to reciprocate. Did it ever start a conversation in my head for the rest of the day. I queried. I introspected. I wondered. I understand the women that don’t want this. I used to see it as pandering. Thinking to myself, “Oh yeah, now what? My number? My address?”
Instead these men just kindly continued to discuss a deal they’re working on. They just were humbly doing what they felt good doing. That was holding the elevator for a woman.
I’d say their mamas raised them right.
Thank You to the men who just want to Do Right in their place in society. They crave the peace that comes from Nobility. From Dignity. From Being True Gentlemen.
On the Other Hand, I will Do My Best to Be a Lady. Kind. Virtuous. Discreet.
Here’s to Chivalrous Men. Here’s to Ladylike Women.
With Indignation. My Cheeks Redden. This is Not a Happy Post. But I am Compelled.
It’s a Memory Stirring My Heart. A Few Years Back I Nannied a Sweet Little Sheik Boy. His Dad a True Gentleman. A Pediatric Oncologist. His Precious Innocent Little Wife was a Radiologist.
She was taking Swimming Lessons for the First Time at 35. He Surprised her with a Speedo Bathing Suit. That Kind of Innocence. That Kind of Dream Marriage. That Kind of “Thank You for Blessing Our Country.” Kind of Perfection.
One Day the Lovely Woman Pulled me Aside. Tears Brimming Her Beautiful Soulful Brown Eyes.
“Jeannine, do I smell…?”…..Oh My Heart Breaks as I type this…
“No Darling, why do you ask?”
A Tear Spills Over…..”Because a lady at work says I smell…and that we should cook our curry in our garage so our clothes don’t smell….”
I Think she Felt my Heart Breaking. My Heart Broke. How can People Be so Unkind? How can we not be Gentle with each other? Do they not See Her? Little Mrs. First Time Swimming Lesson Innocence? Mrs. Silently Cry when she Leaves Her Precious Baby Every Day? Mrs. Tender Hearted Perfection?
Well if They Can’t, I Sure Will. Today and Everyday, No One is Mistreated By Me. Not On Purpose Anyway. No One Should Have to Bear My Moods. My Prejudices. My Unkind UnEvolved Soul.
It Started in the Heart and Mind. Think Peaceful Happy Thoughts. Kind Loving Thoughts. Then we won’t Need To Monitor Our Mouths.
Yesterday my law firm put together a 1.03 Billion Dollar Deal. My job was organizing their many boardrooms and making sure their breakfast, lunch and dinner were catered to. Many a late night snack as well as they Worked Out The Kinks. A Rather Small Role in the whole Scheme of Things.
So I was deeply humbled this morning to come to work and find three emails from our Top Managing Lawyers for my exceptional service. Thanking me for the “extra mile” hospitality.
I’ll tell you what is Extra Mile…
Out of all the people they could thank and remember in a Billion Dollar Deal going down, is not the catering coordinator.
That’s the Extra Mile.
Again, a Lesson Learned.
You don’t get to be in these positions in life without knowing how to Pass the Kudos Down. People that Get Somewhere Special in Life are True Leaders.
Empathic. Kind. Humble
They Recognize the Extra Mile, because they are Extra Mile People.
Our office is Full of New Potential Associates at our Law Firm. They stand at the window in our Reception area and excitedly speak of the views. The Calgary Tower looms directly in front. The Views truly are remarkable. When I was here for my first interview, the boardroom faced the same view. I remember it was hard to focus with so much beauty awaiting my eyes out the window. Now I Breeze By. Now and Again, there’s a Quick Glance. It’s more now to check the weather for my walk home. It kinda makes me sad How Quick things Become Old News.
So how do we Stay Enthralled? How do we not Grow Calloused to Beauty? Why do we always need new? In what we View? In our Careers? In our Relationships?
Is it not to take a Moment and Let it Be New Again? Where we can take off the Grey Glasses of Accustom and put on the new shiny Glasses of Appreciation. Where we stop and even revel in the memory of the First Moment we saw it. Our First Day at our Dream Job. The moment we saw the One we Love.
Take a Moment and Savour the Old. Make it New Again. Your Happy Heart will Thank You.
There’s a group of caterers setting up for a University of Calgary Seminar for First Year Law Students. When I Hit the Kitchen, I Realize I’ve Hardly Ever Heard Such Happy Chatter. Reveling in the Last Wedding in Canmore. The Old Mine being the Venue. How Beautiful the Bride was. How the Rain Stopped Miraculously. One Server is Talking about her Diploma Course in Supply Management she’s Completing. Another her Darling Daughter. I’m Warmed by the Rapport between Them.
Then I watch Their Boss. His Eyes are Kind. He Smiles Wide and Genuine. He Describes Each Canape on His Menu with Excitement. His Passion for His Craft is So Evident in His Demeanor. He Engages with His Staff with True Interest. He Stops in the Chaos to Offer Support and Encouragement. Even before I met the staff, his words were “You’re going to love my staff. Every one of them is great!”
He’s a True Leader. He’s Kind. Empathetic. Energetic. Self Sacrificing. Encouraging. His Staff Glow with Their Love for their Job.
Once Again, a Lesson is Learned. Bosses Set the Tone. Like Attracts Like.
We All are Leaders in One Way or Another. Unless You Live Under a Rock. We All are in a Place of Inspiring Others. We All are Either Helping or Hindering the Journey of Others.
Thanks, Catering Boss From Food Works. You’re My Hero Today.