She grabbed small packages of prepared snacks. I tried to show her how to cook nourishing meals for herself so she wouldn’t waste time opening so many packages and we could avoid the wasted expense of prepared foods. She kept reaching for the tiny prepackaged foods. I gave up. I cooked for myself.
This dream offered me an image illustrating what it is like when people don’t receive. It’s like they won’t let you love them.
We talk about gratitude a lot these days. Receptivity comes before gratitude. I had extended myself for her, and she didn’t notice.
In real life, she eventually left, taking her metaphorical prepackaged foods with her. She scarcely looked back. She felt no gratitude because she hadn’t received.
She moved on to bigger prepackaged vistas, and I hear she’s happy. I am happy for her.
It’s okay. My world is not for everyone. I can still “cook” for myself. Plus, I have lots of friends and associates who like my cooking – both metaphorically and literally.
I have lots of friends who receive me with gratitude. It’s a gift, and I reciprocate that gift.