A few years back I posted a blog piece around the time of the New Year. It was a little philosophical and I thought that it wouldn’t be popular, but it turned out to be a talked about piece. I’ve been spending a lot of time pondering a few things about The Whistle lately and I realized how personal and in a strange sense spiritual the beer store is. So I thought I’d post a few more episodes of my beeritual experiences.
There are so many experiences that I thought you might like episodes. Here’s the first one.
A woman comes into the beer store once every three weeks and stocks up on beer. Eventually, I learn that part of the beer is for her husband and part of it is for her. I see her time and time again and I notice when she starts coughing more than usual and then when she is pale.
Kindly, I ask if she’s feeling ok. She tells me that she always has allergies. I think maybe there’s more, but this isn’t the place to talk about it.
More weeks go by and I remember that I haven’t seen her in awhile. Her husband stops in and buys a little less beer than usual. She’s in the hospital, he says. He’s not sure if she will make it out. My heart is breaking for her and for her family and I hug him knowing that maybe that seems a weird thing to happen in a beer store. I tell him that he’s to give her well wishes from all of us.
I wonder if the grocery store noticed that she wasn’t coming in. And then I think that she might feel awkward knowing that the lady at the beer store missed seeing her. But I did. Not just because she bought beer, but because we were neighborly.
Maybe before I owned a beer store I would judge someone and say that if she wanted to be healthy she should have cut back on the beer. My multiple degrees in health might have motivated me to think that way. But what is health? Is it only physical? What of our psyche?
Of course, we could all make better decisions about what we put in our bodies. The beer store has given me a chance to love more without judgment. Accept more of humanity with all of its complexities. The beer store has made me a better person. Everyone has something that they’re dealing with and they’re dealing with it in whatever way they can.
At this point, my judgment would be the last thing that she or her family need. The beeritual lesson was to find loving space and hold it for her. Bring peace into my mind and extend it to her.