The Gift of Unbounded Patience

In the silence of the space between internet access periods, I find myself drawn to write once more. I haven’t done it in a while, just going with the flow with no particular point to make or place to go. Here I am sat in a pyramid, a haven of support for me at this critical time in my life and I feel comfortable, at home, as if to leave to resume connection with friends online would uproot me inappropriately so I won’t and will instead forego the delights of conversations with friends for the alternative delights of writing something simple from my heart.

I miss this, taking time aside to write down whatever comes into my mind, to search beneath the surface and see what transpires. With nothing in mind, I came to this and found myself not wanting, as one word followed after the next without plan or foresight. With it will begin an incandescence born of my hearts passionate desire for expression. The fury of missed opportunities for fulfilment has long since waned and in its place a singular determination not to let life pass by a moment longer without expressing myself clearly so that others too may find what I have, the freedom to be myself and the ability to make a difference.

Here again I find myself at odds with life in that I wait patiently until the detail of my new work has erupted in a frenzy so that I may then get on with what I have dreamt of for so long, the chance to reach into people’s hearts and show them who they really are. Give me the strength, the patience and ardour to carry on regardless of delays and unsupported expectations that carry within them the seeds of disaster.

In my heart I know I will not fail but in my mind I sometimes nurture doubts born of life’s past affronts that no longer have meaning but as a distant memory. You see, in my heart I know everything is there already, waiting behind closed curtains to emerge onto the stage of life and burst into euphoric song. Not long now, I sense, no point in looking behind the curtain to check and see everything is alright; better to wait and see what will emerge to surprise and delight the audience that is me and all in sundry. Much as I crave this new work and the new me with it, I am content to wait because the gift of patience knows no bounds and with it nor will I!