The artist, who also happens to be a good friend, sends me a text asking if I’ll be home to receive something she’s sending over to me. Sure, I’ll be home I reply.
I go downstairs to meet the courier. As he opens the back of the van and I see what’s inside, tears effortlessly stream down my face. I don’t try to stop them. “Yeah, she said you might do that”, he remarks.
Back inside my apartment I sit in front of the painting. I’m still weeping.
A non-stop stream of thoughts try to grab my attention, but none succeed.
I pick up the phone and dial her number. She answers mid-belly laugh…”Did you get it?”.
I can’t speak. So many habitual words are trying to escape my lips.
“All I can say, is thank you.”
She replies with – “that painting just belongs to you.”
“Thank you” I manage once again.
Later that night she messages me again. “The best part about giving that to you was that you never once said “are you sure?”.
This receiving thing is new for me. It means not rejecting a gift with words like…
You shouldn’t have.
I can’t accept this.
Are you sure?
So I’m learning. I’m learning to receive in the same energy that is offered in the giving. In this case it was all love and gratitude.
How are your receiving skills?