On this day today when it’s just AMAZING to be alive, I found another living metaphor … Somehow my friends suddenly want this recipe from a post I did two years ago of this Thai Coconut soup recipe. I fell in love with this soup flavor eons ago but it wasn’t until 2 years ago that I did yet another recipe search and found The One. This is the perfect recipe - even if I DO take out the fish sauce, and now also the mushrooms to work with G’s pallet. It’s a little inflated, this metaphor, but just like I found this amazing life parter after so so so so so so much searching, I found THIS Thai coconut soup recipe, and …. I feel the interview process for My Dream Design job is very similar. Why NOW, do my friends suddenly want this recipe when I posted the thing two years ago. I know when MDDJ arrives, I will also ask Why NOW, when I wanted it sooner ...
One of my assignments right now from S. - which I am completely blowing off today - is to design something along with my blog post. Oh, just a few more days of blowing this brilliant idea off. She’s making me up my game. Dammit. This question, of why now, is something I could illustrate somehow … It’s an example of my head vs heart. Things don’t make sense, things are not linear. I WANTED to have that sharing recipe experience two years ago. Why now? It’s truly bizarre to me.
The answer is because I had to learn a zillion things first. A zillion valuable things that kept me busy, because to read about them or to know them is one thing, but to practice them is a whole other ball of wax ... A zillion things to learn that I will have to write about and design into, because I will never forget them. You can’t learn about Surrendering when your life is perfect. You can’t learn about letting go when you are succeeding at controlling all the life-moves. You can’t learn about feelings and having all of them and feeling all of them and letting them move through you. And then adding on a boyfriend who has his feelings. There is a spiritual teaching lesson in everything … Every single thing.
Today, I have a tiny fan club over this recipe, and the sharing makes me happy.
Today, I have a boyfriend who is feeding our house with the soundtrack of Ratatouille, as a way for ME to connect to my heart, since I was being grumpy and reactive, an impromptu gift from him, because this music is not his heart-music …
Today, I have the request from my Mom-In-Love (G’s Mom) for me to make this for our upcoming Thanksgiving feast …
Apparently the assignment on my life adventure, was to pick up all these heart nuggets first … I know that along the way heal myself, not because I was broken, but I needed to really know who I am, what I can be …
I have no idea how to end this post …. Something about the value about always believing that life can get better. By which I don’t mean perfect or successful. I mean the things that you really value, like amazing soups, or lovely reconnection with a boyfriend through music (now cello floating in the background), like sunlight in a MORE beautiful office that I never thought I would have, like MORE love in my life in the shape of G’s parents, family … And the tiny tiny steps every day that it takes to keep directing your life towards the positives, when plenty of negatives could have taken me down … Which is why it’s almost life changing to find that ONE gorgeous thing to photograph every day because after 4 years of that you actually have 4,000 photos of something gorgeous. This is how you build that life of beauty … And one that keep spreading … All of which I realize I learned from my parents, when I think of the life they built together and how their love spread … But that will have to be a whole different post … And shoot, I’ll probably have to design into that one … :)
xoox
