The forties have rolled around, and my husband and I are increasingly conscious about our health and its maintenance.
From cardio to healthy eating, and ‘working out’ the steps walked, and our heart rates and all kinds of statistics, we have all the gadgets to track our progress, and to gently boost our egos.
And no, we have not forgotten the ‘taming of our minds’ or our inner well being. We are working on these too!
However, this post is not about all this. This post is about why husbands should not meditate in the mornings.
So, a few days ago, my husband learnt a new technique of meditation. He loved what it did for him during the training, and weekend practice sessions.
And on a crazy Monday morning, when the house was torn in two, and I buzzed from room to room, cooking, waking kids up and finding lost papers and socks, my sprint from the kitchen to the master bedroom came to a sudden halt – for, in the middle of the room, resting on the floor in a lotus pose, was hubby dear, breathing deep and inhaling peace and calm and feeding them to his every pore. He was oblivious to the world and needless to say, my presence.
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I crept behind him to open the wardrobe. It let out a mild creaking sound. I closed it and rushed out. My breath came out in short bursts as my annoyance bubbled. Here I was rushing like a whirlwind and….
At the breakfast table, I hinted to my husband to take his meditative efforts to the guest room, so that he would not be in my way. He complied.
The next morning, as the whirlwind swept me from chore to chore, I realized that I needed some handtowels that I had stored in the guest room.
I gatecrashed the meditation. I slunk behind the calm, and opened the drawer to take the towels. I made various thudding and scraping sounds as I opened and closed the drawers..
I looked at my husband. He did not show any signs of having heard me.
At breakfast, I asked him if he could move to the living room, facing the balcony.
He tried that too…but the phone rang, the door bell rang, and the kitchen sounds probably got to him.
Haven’t seen him meditate in a while. Hmmm.
😂😂😂 Nimi, that story made me break out in laughter. I saw it all like a movie playing in my mind. I so feel with you when you are trying to keep up with the morning madness and your peaceful husband sits always in the way… not being disturbed by anything around him. So funny!
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Thank you ☺ dear Erika. We laugh about it at home too…😆😆😆
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I bet you do… so funny! 😄
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I had a good laugh reading this! 🙂
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Thank you ☺ so much
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story well told =^_^=
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Thank.you ☺
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Enjoyed this one Nimi… I try to do it all the time but one of the kids would sit on my lap while the other would pull my hair out😀👍. Lovely post!
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Can totally relate Shivangi 😅😅
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If my husband tried to meditate while I was running around the house trying to get all those things done, I would wrap my hands around his neck and tighten…
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Lol😅😅😅😅😅😅😅
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The good news is though, he complied with your suggestions. 🙂
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The poor man did not have too much choice 😯😯
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Fab narration nims. .. 😈
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Thank you dear Su
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You’re probably soon to find him on the neighbor’s front lawn:).
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I am laughing so hard…😆😆😅😅😅😅😅
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My husband and I, know very well, what reaching the 40’s is, like; we also know what it’s like getting around each other, and trying to take care of our health hasn’t been that easy these days;; lol, well written; enjoyed this post;))))
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Lol…thank you 😆
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