I’ve never met as hospitable people as the Turkish. I’ve been here for a week now and have yet to stay in a hostel. I’ve been provided meals, more than luxourish assistance figuring out transport, time and friendship. Even the shop man wouldn’t let me pay for an electrical adapter after he saw that I so stupidly burnt mine to a crisp. This kindness is so unique to the Turkish because they act this way out of genuine joy, rather than feelings of obligation.
And isn’t it true that when we host people ourselves, we truly want our guests to relax and for them not to worry about being a burden? Perhaps these are only my worries. You see, I’m not very good at receiving. I’ve always been a giver. The one who listens, who goes out of my way, who puts my energy aside for others, even when it depletes me.
The process of giving and receiving is a balancing act. As in the way we listen to our friends and they in turn allow us to speak. Energetically, the universe gives and receives simultaneously. As we receive, without feelings of guilt, we are also giving. We are allowing others the space to give by appropriately accepting their gift.