Hospital print day 3
Today I’m thinking about how we choose to spend the in between times in life. So much time is spent waitiing, it would be tragic to waste it all. By thinking of something as a waiting period, an artificial boundary is formed that stops energy from flowing. A lot can happen while waiting if we are open, connections can form, ideas can be received, we can feel love. Often I use waiting times to meditate. I especially love to meditate at the doctor’s. Here in the hospital, however, where it is almost entirely waiting time, and when I’m not 100%, it’s difficult to do. Instead, I’m trying to stay open to whatever happens and receive all the love that has been flowing my way, and there has been so much. I am truly grateful.
The Patience of Ordinary Things
by Pat Schneider
It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window
