The want to attach myself to something. My inner parasite, longing for a host. Or maybe just a snuggle or a big bear hug. I’d even settle for a shoulder squeeze. To receive a kind word while being seen in physical proximity.
Solitude can clear a path to insight. And this community-imposed quarantine has offered a manicured trail to many destinations I’m familiar with. Crystal clear: I see you! Loud and thumping: I hear you! I levitated to these places without choosing to. Funny how space, time and fear (key ingredient!) allow the unexpected (and, sigh, familiar) journeys we hide from and not the aspirational ones.
These locations aren’t ones of my choosing, but I find myself here/there. And I got time, so… explore? Another fun fact about space and time that is no longer progressively linear, you cannot float away. You’re in a holding pattern. Feeling the feels, embracing the uncertainty, climbing into a hole you thought you covered up. Ha! But then remembering, you cannot hide if you want to see. Insight is calling. Let’s not silence it, we’ve got some time.
But when is enough, enough? When does awareness manifest into action? This circling is making me dizzy. Patience is a virtue and it’s test runs are becoming exhausted. What if I use up all my patience before….
Teach us, O Lord, the disciplines of patience, for to wait is often harder than to work.
Peter Marshall
False. Where there is love there is patience. And love is within us all. A well that never dries up; there just happens to be other stuff in the water than makes us hesitant to drink from our deepest sources (frustration, fear, loneliness, anger, saddness, pain…). But, dear friends, these are the ingredients of love. Chug, Gulp, Slurp, Sip…. connect with our resources. They renew deeper and strong with every day the sun rises and we decide to rise along with it
roadside yogi 