When I’m jarred out of sleep at 5:00 in the morning, it’s usually my thoughts that have reared up to say hello. The first question, fuzzily asked, is often something like, “what do you think is going to happen?” And as I don’t know the answer, my mind starts to drift around and search for solutions, answers, an end point. I’m awake for good, out of my flow and generally discombobulated.
I’m not by nature a very patient person and the concept of working acceptance and trusting the flow of the universe has always sounded good when uttered out of my mouth during a yoga class; but as applied practice this kind of faith and the accompanying wait is very challenging.
I work on patience every single day, partly through a morning and evening meditation practice (5-10 mins), supported by yoga balancing poses (15 mins) and journaling my desires (5 mins.). And I do it because, as a result of all of the hard work I have put into the concept, the unexpected and magnificent often reveals itself when I pause, breath, release the ego of the mind and trust. It might take its time; but easing into grace and standing in my own truth is a beautiful thing.
Patience evokes sweet opportunities and powerfully expansive openings to heart-felt, enduring creativity that feeds my soul and propels me into the gentle loving service of others and the equally compelling coinherence with a power greater than myself.
Tonight ‘s post is a tender reminder to stay with the wisdom of my daily patience practice. Today, I am grateful, peaceful and full of an enthusiasm to keep on keeping on, while I keep patience close to my heart.