Who made the soup?
“Did you cook this?” The client asked twice. “Yes” I said.
What he felt as he spooned each mouthful was not a dish made with any specific intention but one made with immeasurable love. When I tasted the soup, I too asked ‘Who made this soup?”
Curiously, as the soup was being made, it did not feel as if ‘I’ was making it – it sort of came together with me as observer. I wanted to make it in a particular way, but as I moved, the soup made itself. And I had no idea how it did.
As carers what we offer clients is far greater than functional support. Yes, we prepare and cook meals, we make beds, we may shave a client, we wash and bathe them, but there is always so much more. When joy, stillness, harmony, love and truth is present in the in-between-moments, seemingly nothing is happening, but everything is.
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This is utterly delicious to read this! Word by word the taste that has been acknowledged by the client is here, available to sense and feel and it’s a beautiful reminder that love is all is needed.
Be it while cooking, cleaning, sharing a conversation or whatever.
There’s so much to offer when we are fully present.