Most every work day for more than 11 years, Dena wrote a love note, poem or other thought, on a napkin - and tucked it in Marshal's lunch - a ritual of the heart. At the beginning of 2009, Marshal started typing them up. It became our practice to share the Daily Napkin with you, OUR ritual of the heart. Then, in October 2015, Marshal retired, so the whole dynamic changed. Dena took several months to re-evaluate and decide what she was going to do. Since she is also simplifying, she is in the process of incorporating all 8 (including this one) websites into one. With that in mind, the poetry of the napkin is now joined with her art and/or photography images. May you enjoy them. May they feed your spirit.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

What IS the Daily Napkin?

My husband and I were married in the winter of 2004. He is such a blessing in my life! We have done a lot of healing work together. The first day he was headed back to work I was filled with love for him.

I remembered that when I was little, my Mom would write our name in fancy lettering on our brown lunch bag, or I love you on our napkin, with a little flower or some other drawing. I LOVED that. It made me feel good. I decided that I would do the same for my new husband. So, I tore off one of his brown paper towels, folded it in quarters like a card and wrote "I love you" on the inside, with a little heart, and hid it in his backback near his lunch.

He didn't say anything about it, yet I kept doing a new napkin each day all that first week. After all I was doing it for him, not recognition for me. After the first week, I started to get bored with the saying the same thing, so I started just free-thoughting uplifting or thoughtful things and I continued every workday that I could. There were very few that I missed (Maybe 1-2 days in 6 months). He still didn't really say anything. It did not matter to me.

He came home from work this one day, about 6 months into it, with a plastic shopping bag stuffed full of the napkins. I was shocked. I said, "You never used those?!"

"Of course not," he replied, "this here is gold! It's pure poetry." I didn't know what to think about that. My heart filled up to almost bursting with appreciation for this sensitive and loving man who would not throw away my daily scribblings. I found out he would hang them up in his cubicle at work, and change out the display on a daily basis, as long as the message was not too personal.

I continue the daily practice today. We have many bags of napkins.

It has expanded to be OUR ritual of the heart, as for the last six months he has taken to typing them up every day, and emailing them back to me. He many times shares the messages with his friends, who have frequently commented back to him positively.

We both decided to share them here with you. May you enjoy them. May you find your own daily ritual of the heart. It so feeds the spirit.

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