Practical Devotion
He started telling me about his schedule.
I crawled to him, knelt at his feet, held his hips, nuzzled his belly.
"You're telling me about your schedule. Just tell me how to serve."
"Just be you. You being you is amazing"
He was receiving the devotion, the love, somewhat bashfully.
But he was missing my more practical point.
I bit him, frustrated, and crawled back to my writing spot.
From there, I sent a text.
"I wanna say that's not like a statement of devotion alone... 'tell me how I can serve' is also a request for specificity. you tell me what's happening for you, but I'd love to know what feels like the best nourishment to your system when it's like this. do you wanna land with me in between or would you rather be ignored? would you like a snack or a meal or privacy? should I treat it like you're out at the office or like I'm your secretary?
"this is devotion we run in our household all the time, and my offer to you is genuine and not exceptional. I project it might be a lot to receive and you could be apprehensive there are strings attached.
"I'm in these conversations with Jen and Mikey and Tom and Jordan and Dusty and Dave and Keith all the time. Devotional partnership in the village, always tuning. Currently you are housing and feeding me and nourishing my soul in countless ways, allowing me to use your car and venerating me to a community I respect quite a lot, and it's generating energy and a desire to serve you as I serve myself, because serving two is not that much different than serving one, logistically.
"all food for thought. loving you so, no response required, no timeline desired."
It worked. He wants attention on the bathroom, he wants snacks to manifest, he wants me to share this in a post on social media.
Yes, Daddy.
Yes, thank you, Something Like This.
