We're all waiting for something.
But what?
What is that something we grapple with as we sit in the silence that has been offered up and that which we grapple with has already been liberated.
Because the now is that something that we wait for.
The now is what we grapple with while we search for permission to allow ourselves to accept this moment, this now just as it is.
Because we are all waiting for something to happen. For life to start once things get sorted.
Life is in the sorting,
Life is the waiting.
Life is the grappling.
And while you may not come up for a breath of fresh air soon enough, know that life is all happening. It's here in the now.
And while we grapple, and wait, wish and control, life watches us withhold permission to give to ourselves to live. Here. In the now. Fully.
And so we wait. We wait for those moments when we can just be.
We wait for those quiet seconds to sit alone with ourselves, where we will finally understand ourselves.
We wait for that "oh so sought after me time," but when we finally get it, we don't even know what to do with it. We run away as fast as we can. We allow out minds to steer the ship. We allow our fidgeting to cease the stillness.
We are offered these opportunities and couldn't be the wiser of how to learn to be with them. In presence. I watch this play out, dripping of agony and misery as I guide my yoga class through meditation, a treacherous tight rope to walk, as expectation doesn't match reality.
Because we are all waiting for something else to happen. Rather than what is.
Therefore, do we even know what is happening when we are never there to man our ship as the presence greets us, life passing us by as we stare into the past and into the future and everywhere but right where we are. Because this, is all there is.
