Waiting

I came across this old drawing whilst sorting out some papers and sat looking at it for a while. I found it rather odd but nevertheless absorbing. At the end of a dark path, a rose is slowly blooming, whilst plant-like beings are gathered around. There seems to be an atmosphere of waiting in the image and that I think is what drew me to it today. We often want change to be immediate but in reality, we have to move through time as do those around us and parts within us. And time takes time.

So while we wait for something in us to evolve or something outside us to transform, what state do we need to cultivate within us in order to wait without frustration? Perhaps there are clues in the drawing. The plant-like beings appear wholly alert in their waiting state. They seem in connection and communication with that above them and that below them. They are with the rose and they are with themselves, bearing witness, not bearing down. Attendants at a new dawn.

To wait like this would require us to trust that it is in the nature of all things to be in transformation, even the parts of us and our lives that are currently stuck in freeze will, given the right conditions, gradually thaw and enter the process.