Time slows to a crawl
The breath is my anchor
to the here and now
It is a soft place to land.
Time feels beyond my reach
I am either behind it
or waiting for a future moment
when it seems just right
To balance between
the waiting and the go
can be frustrating
uncomfortable
My thoughts are stuck
playing a loop
on the same recording
and it is hardly helpful
My thoughts are a made-up story
Where fact or fiction meld
into an excuse – a righteous reason
and I dutifully follow the trail it makes.
Distraction
Wishing things to change
but me, myself, I don’t
change is scary but necessary
How we grow
How we transform
How we create
All effects from change itself.
Do I embrace the wait?
The change that comes too soon
or seems to agonize on and on
Where’s the silver lining?
Isn’t that the point?
I have to wait
There is nothing I can do
but wait.
Tag: waiting
WAITING
I’ve been writing morning pages for seven months now with no missed days. The page was always there in my notebook Just patiently waiting until I was ready to commit. Imagine all the things that lie dormant and in wait. Waiting for motion, Waiting for something bigger, Waiting for the right time, Forgotten, Re-shelved, Undone, And redone. Just waiting. And I always held the key Even if I forgot Or temporarily lost it. Once found, I used the door To the page And found myself waiting. To be great, To heal, To creatively express And be an authentic version of myself. And that is why I show up Again and again For myself Because I’m the only one who can.
The Placeholder
A week ago my favorite radio channel was sold. I had listened to WBRU since I was a teenager. Every car I ever owned had 95.5 as a preset. Now I didn’t dare to press it for fear of hearing the contemporary Christian station that bought it.
Yesterday I was tuning my radio to see what other channels are out there. I had become accustomed to my six presets that it had been many years since I last checked. I found a station playing Bob Marley. I immediately set the preset. As I continued on my commute to work, my newfound station seemed to fade. There was no static, just silence.
Today I realized that I don’t have to fill the void WBRU left immediately. That silent channel can be a placeholder while I wait to find a new radio station that resonates with me. And if I press it accidentally, I no longer have to worry about feeling sad or angry that my favorite 95.5 WBRU is no longer there. In the meantime, I can continue to listen around and expand my listening repertoire.
Sometimes we get complacent or we feel stuck in a rut. And an outside force removes us from our comfort zone. Today I’m going to keep an open mind and use this placeholder as an opportunity to expand my listening horizon and see what else is out there.
Healing Insights 