Pancakes

I looked down at the pan that I was cooking pancakes in. I was acutely aware of the sensation of my bare feet on the wooden floor as I stood in the kitchen in front of the stove. 

I waited for the pancakes to get small bubbles in them so I would know they were ready to flip. 

I have long been a believer that my physical reality is a mirror for me. It is the physical projection of my inner energy that is being mirrored back at me. From that place, everything is a mirror of me or some part of me. I can make the choice to look at those mirrors or I can pretend that they don’t exist and that I am not responsible for my reality. I pick to own my reality, even the things that I don’t like in my reality. Without owning them, I can’t change them. 

I slid the spatula under the first pancake and realized that I would need to be strategic about the way that I flipped the pancake because there was only the exact spot that it was cooked to put it back in. Somehow, I felt the need to almost completely fill the pan with pancakes leaving no room for error during the flipping process.

I looked at the pan as I paused and reflected. 

“Well, this says something about me” I said to myself yet out loud. 

I flipped the pancakes and then looked up from the pan to meet the gaze of a friend who was in the kitchen with me. My friend laughed at me as we wove the energy of play through this moment of shadow work. While shadow work can be done through painful reflection, it can also be done with play and lightness. 

While I didn’t clearly articulate the true message that I received, I also knew that my friend understood. I wasn’t creating enough space for myself.

A couple of days later, I made pancakes again and sent a clear intention to myself and the universe when I only put one single pancake in the middle of the pan to cook. I allowed the pancake the time and space that it wanted and needed.