Doormat
It has taken
a lot of soul searching and a great amount of courage to write this particular
blog. I trust that it will be
taken for what it is - an unburdening, a baring of the soul.
Is it necessary?
Yes. Because I think people
need to understand that kindness is not a weakness. It is a strength. It is based on confidence that one is loved and that
every thing that matters, one already has. Thus one can be generous.
The sketch above is that of two doormats.
The Free Dictionary’s literal meaning of a doormat is a mat placed before a doorway
for wiping the shoes. Whether it says
Welcome or Come Right In – it’s for stepping on.
The Urban Dictionary gives the colloquial meaning - someone who's really nice, kind, generous
and sweet; often also smart and funny. They can be outgoing and extroverted,
but still allow certain/most people to walk all over them.
This blog is about being a doormat. Something I am afraid I have been
accused of or labeled as. Even by
myself. And I can happily say that
I am not alone. There are many of
you out there like me who have, at one point in your life, been there. That’s right. On the doorstep - ready, willing and often times, proud to
be.
Funny how easily you can spot them. They are not the strong, quiet
types. Nor are they those shy,
demure, meek-looking ones hugging the corner. They are more likely the ones who can spin a tale and keep a
group talking, or laughing at some silly story of about how she had mistakenly
given her daughter milk of magnesia instead of cough syrup. Yes, the ones who tell stories about
themselves. Not about their achievements
or their family fortunes, but those laughing-at-myself stories which keeps
everyone in stitches.
That openness and seeming accessibility is an invitation
to any one : Come on over – share with me. Take your coat off, slip out of
your shoes and get comfortable. Unburden your heart here.
The Urban dictionary has other synonyms for doormat – nice guy, tool, pushover. Many of them
so nasty, I dare not write them here.
It goes on to describe a doormat/doormats as - dedicated friends and partners, and infallibly there for anyone who
needs them with advice, support, money, homework to be copied, and expect
nothing in return.
A doormat is some one you can count on at any time of the
day or night. Just call or appear
at the doorstep and say you are having a bad day or feel let down. No long story or reason required. A doormat has an inner scanner
that can spot the slightest trace
of sadness or despair. It is what spurs a doormat into action. The instant response is : what
can I do for you?
Does being a doormat mean you do not value your own
self? When you care so much about
how the other feels or think, is it because what you feel or think does not
matter? No, it is merely valuing the other person’s feelings as you value your
own. The old maxim holds true here
– do unto others what you would like others to do unto you. It is a doormat’s code of conduct.
The trouble with doormats is that they hope that the
kindness they bestow on others will be passed forward. That is why there is no direct
expectation of gratitude or indebtedness. It is meant to be given freely to the
universe and the universe will right itself. Because that is the way it should be.
Except, it isn’t.
Perhaps, that is why the doormat-type of person is taken
as a fool. Now, why would anyone
want to give and expect nothing in return? Not in today’s world and the world
before this and perhaps in the next. There is no such thing as something for
nothing.
But what one often forgets is that a doormat is laid
before a door. A door which opens
to a room. A room where you know
your secret, your pain, even your joy, will be kept sacred and will not be held
against you later on. A
place where you know you are safe.
And that is something
– for a doormat. It is this
validation of worth – as a keeper of secrets, as a person to run to in time of
need, as a person of trust and a source of comfort. For the religious, it is
being a Christian. For those who
do not share the same faith, it is the essence of humanity.
So, to all of you who have once been or have always been
doormats, stay in front of that open door with pride. For only one who is truly confident, truly at peace with
one’s own self worth, and who knows that he/she is blessed with love, can be so
benevolent.
Chicken
Rice
This simple meal of
chicken and rice is a family favorite. It is a humble all-in-one-dish. But for us, it is a feast - for the palate and for the soul.
The Chicken :
·
1 whole, free
range chicken, rub salt all over the skin
·
Stuff the
cavity with : 1 piece crushed garlic, 1 thumb size ginger and 2 spring onions
Boil about 8 cups of water
or enough to cover the chicken.
Place the chicken in the boiling water and allow to cook for 20
minutes. Turn the heat off and let
the chicken sit in the hot water for another 20 minutes. Take out the chicken and allow it
to cool. Remove the vegetables from the cavity. Reserve the broth.
The Rice :
·
1 clove
garlic, minced
·
½ tsp. grated
ginger
·
1 tbsp. spring
onion, sliced fine
·
3 cups long
grain rice, washed and drained
·
4 ½ cups broth
·
a bit of salt
and pepper
·
1 tsp. light
soy sauce
·
2 tbsp. corn
or coconut oil
In a heavy saucepan or
rice cooker, sauté the garlic, ginger and spring onions. Add the rice. Season with salt, pepper and soy sauce. Pour in the broth. Mix well. If using a rice cooker, cook as you would ordinary
rice. If using a saucepan, allow
the rice to boil, then simmer on low heat until the rice is cooked. Add a bit more water or broth if
necessary.
The Sauce :
Blend or pound
together
·
1-2 fresh red
chili peppers
·
1 thumb size
ginger root, peeled
·
2 cloves
garlic
·
1 tsp salt
Dilute with 1 tbsp.
vinegar and 2 tbsp. oil
The Soup :
·
4 cups chicken
broth
·
1 tbsp. oyster
sauce
·
1 tsp. light
soy sauce
·
1 tbsp. sesame
oil
·
sliced spring
onion
Or serve the chicken and rice in individual plates. Complement with slices of tomato, cucumber and shredded lettuce. Place the garlic/chili sauce in a dipping bowl and some light sauce in another. Serve with a bowl of piping hot chicken soup on the side.
4 comments:
Alma - this is beautiful and so very true. Thank for the reminder to focus on generosity, always.
Amy, this blog is so close to my heart. It was very painful to write. Cathartic, in the end though. Thank you for reading it and understanding.
It saddened me to read this blog, Alma. Many times of many feet across your doormat leaves scars... But you are still here; still smiling and having the courage to face this unjust world. I admire you. Love x
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