He's trying to water my flowers.
D and I had a discussion via email a few weeks ago about our relationship and the way it's been working.
I read somewhere that we have in each of us (theoretically speaking now) flowers and compost (read manure, or shite). In a relationship, we can either water our partner's flowers, allowing them to grow, or we can pile on the shite and bury them in it.
I asked D what I had done for him over the course of our marriage.....if I had watered his flowers or if I had buried him under piles of crap, and what I could do to better enable his flowers to grow.
He said that, whilst there had been times I had given him shit, I had watered his flowers for the most part....and that the shit part was okay, because sometimes roses grow better with a little poop piled on them.
He never asked me what he did for me.
Instead, he said that he knew he hadn't really been watering my flowers or even paying much attention to the garden of my soul. He said that he felt like it was time to give back to me what I had given to him, and asked if, when he came home, I'd be willing to do some yoga with him. He asked me to send him my copy of The Dhammapada, and said that he'd secretly been digging Buddhism and Taoism for a while...but just didn't want me to think he was trying to steal my thunder (he has a very competitive streak in him and in the past if we've done something together he's felt the need to outdo me - so we moved in different circles and had different interests for a long, long time). Since then he's been very open about what his thoughts and beliefs are, and has even go so far as to try meditating. We've talked about doing some projection techniques, and I'm blown away that he's even willing to try that because it's a little 'out there'...but he's said that he wants to try.
He's trying to water my flowers, bless his little heart. *sigh*...and once again, I am reminded of how much and how deeply I love that man.