A Sister's Love Untold
Sweaty and breathless after an hour of HIT and yoga with my sister, the sound of her thunderous blender never fails to startle and interrupt my silent recovery… It’s the good kind of interruption though — one where I can anticipate more endorphins and dopamine to come!
In response to this monstrous sound and the association I made with it, my stomach tends to growl, leaving my mouth all watery… Yup, Christine’s smoothies are that exquisite (and very nutritious)… I kid you not! They elicit that immediate effect. Sidenote: Her smoothies are what I look forward to most each day, by the way! And she doesn’t even know it…
Anyway, back to my story… Still lying down with my back lazily pressed against the yoga mat, I shut my eyes and imagine all the ingredients blending into one giant consumable smoothie. Accompanying this visual is the sharp sweetness that each ingredient emits… Wafting in the air, my olfactory system is overwhelmed with bananas, raspberries, blueberries, almond butter, almond milk, chocolate milk, and chia seeds. Whew…
The blender comes to a halt and interrupts my thought process. I open my eyes, and see the glorious smoothie finally being divided into two fair and equal amounts. Christine then hops on over to me casually, and gives me my smoothie with a side of her cute smile. I look at her with gratitude, and DEVOUR the entire smoothie in seconds. As per usual, her smoothie is an innovative success. Yet again, I see a glimpse of heaven as my tastebuds revel in all these delightful flavors. An instant rush of joy and energy manifests from within me, and equips me for the rest of my day. My senses are left overjoyed, most especially my tastebuds. The nerve that connects my tastebuds to my heart is deeply touched and activated every time I taste my sister’s smoothies and cooked meals because I taste her love and affection for me. The sensations and thoughts I experience while drinking Christine’s smoothies detach me from this earthly reality, and a vision of spirit and sky takes over when I am reminded of how unbreakable our love is for one another…
Although we don’t express our love to one another frequently and explicitly, she does so implicitly: it’s all in the eyes and effortful actions. I think her love language might actually be acts of service, which makes total sense. Her love shows in the simplest yet most effortful gestures, which I fail to see at times because I’m the sensitive, more explicit, and “words of affirmation” kind of gal. My sister’s love is one that I did not understand at first, and it took me time to see… but because it is such a great love story left untold, I wanted to share it all with you. May all sisters continue to love endlessly and fight for one another!
Cheers!
