Yesterday, the Matron practiced Loving Kindness. This is the Buddhist tradition of approaching every moment – each cell! every hearbeat! each glance! – with loving kindness. You know what those words mean.
She was interrupted five times during breakfast with this:
“Mom! Can you get me some milk?”
“Where is the syrup?”
“I dropped my napkin and I can’t find it!”
“Are there raspberries in the fridge?
Each time, she got up and answered the call. She didn’t roll her eyes or snap someone else to attention. She left her own cereal untouched.
She let cars merge.
She put down the toilet seat.
She wiped off the spit stains from the bathroom mirror.
She did not look in the full-length mirror with a critical eye.
She administered band-aids.
She answered the phone and said: yes.
She spent much time sitting with her children, listening without judgment.
She washed her hair well and added rose water to the rinse, enjoying.
She gave the last piece of grilled salmon to her husband.
She listened patiently to the telemarketer’s spiel before declining.
She asked her mother for all possible stories about the dog and cats and tried her best to truly listen.
She pitted yesterday's sweet and satisfying experiment against the frenzy of a normal day and realized how most of the time she says: No.