Endowed with fall colors, stuffed bell pepper are ready for their close up.
“It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.” Saint Francis of Assisi
“You like to be right.” A friend commented on a trait of mine as freely as she might mention that my tires are low. Whopping good feedback received from a loving source. Indeed, emotional intelligence can swell in the ebb of considering the personal.
Not to say that in retrospect I do not feel some defense. As a southerner in the land of the free and the home of the brave, doesn't my heritage, if nothing else, win in righteousness? Well, not so much, as it turns out. Just the same being right is a feisty mechanism to which I am addicted because it helps me bounce back in the story that I'm telling myself.
As I've aged though, I've noticed that being right can often echo as a dark entity and a preventative to learning. My friend awakened me with the blessed rebirth of seeing myself as others see me. I now pray that openness becomes as deep a part of my personality as a penchant for making things.
When I was 4, my mother was the first to offer an edict on the travails of righteousness: “no chocolate cupcake without consideration of a stuffed bell pepper”. My own entrenched distaste for the odd green thing got me zippy-do-dah but, eventually I learned that new flavors could be a perk in this life.
My granddaughter, Elodie, has the same approach. When friendly instruction is offered, her knitted brows are followed by shut down.
With a friend's timely advice and unfortunate evidence from the chip off the block, I am learning to honor the fact that we all have gold mines of insight to offer one another but, the rich goodies are forthcoming only when we have the swell sense to listen.
Though we come with our own set of instructions, the earth school provides mentors every day for insight in better ways of doing things, not the least of which is appreciation of the contrasts in creation.
Until it comes naturally, I've got a new open hearted response for all things that ruffle my feathers - “You have an excellent point, please tell me more and pass the stuffed bell peppers.”