Good morning, Fellow Travellers,
My now experience of Patience: Allowing My Life changes to unfold at their own pace. Allowing others to be where they are.
This is not the version of “patience” I was taught growing up. Oh no no! The patience of my parents was a pushy, active sort of waiting, which confused me and seemed to require an inordinate amount of energy.
So of course, that’s exactly the kind of patience I practiced for most of my Life. That’s the only pattern I had, til therapy, meditation, different friends, new readings, mindful artwork, entered my world.
Ms. Pushy Patience. That could have been my nickname.
Sigh…yet trying to make changes happen on my own schedule consistently backfired on me. Always backfired. I’m judicious when it comes to saying anything always happened, but this is for sure an italicized boldfaced always. I kept pushing though…maybe some of you dear folks have done that a few times too?
This works better and, if wisdom is using what works better, this is wisdom to me today: Allowing others the freedom to change (or not) at their own pace, allowing visions to become real-ized when they are ripe, allowing ourselves to do what’s within our ability to do at the moment and be at home with that, even while we have visions beyond this minute….abiding in what is, holding possibility.
Truth be told, I can’t tell any difference between “patience” and “peace” and “bliss.” There’s a dropping of shoulders and a sigh of gratitude that all feels the same: a coming home.
One more time. There’s a coming home to today. Letting be. No urgency. I can be both right here, right now and, in a lovely un-forced way, be my own vision for what’s unfolding, too.
Sure, I still get scared — I know I’m scared when the pushiness comes back. And it does, believe me, sometimes with a vengeance! Ouch!!
Yet, in all that human-being-ness, I feel the warmth of coming home to My Life.
Today, may I stay out of my own pushy way and let My Life — and everyone else’s — unfold.