Teapot

A few days ago, my wife encountered a teapot.  She’s a tea drinker, so I thought she would be interested in using the teapot.  The teapot was stained inside from use, so my wife filled it with hot water and soap and let it soak.

The next day, she spent a good amount of time scrubbing the insides, even devising a way to use a utensil to lengthen her reach with the sponge to scrub the nooks inside.

The next day, she re-examined the teapot, and she decided the few remaining stains could be taken care of with Q-tips, including the inside of the spout.  Again, she worked a good amount of time on the teapot, then set it down.  She announced she was satisfied with the results, and I acknowledged her efforts and her success.

aham brahmāsmiYesterday morning, my wife made her tea.  She did not use the teapot.  I told her I was surprised, and I asked her why she didn’t use it.

“After all the work, I don’t want to get it dirty,” she said.  “I know, your crazy wife!” she laughed.

The thing is, I get it.  Mindful, focused, with intent.  Selfless.

Teapot Meditation!

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