When hit with a difficulty, the first instinct we have is to 'fix it' as fast as physically possible, so we can go back to the comfort and homeostasis of 'what once was'.
We expect the 'fix' to be immediate, where realistic timelines no longer matter. As though our pain justifies an instant miracle. The only thing that matters at the time, is how we simply feel and what we want at the time. Which is ZERO discomfort! Or even just a little less discomfort. Is that too much to ask?
Well. It probably is actually.
As you and I both know, life just isn't like that. Reality matters. And realistic timelines do matter.
Perspective is essential.
And, most of all Patience, we discover, truly IS a virtue. (Ah, dear *giant sigh*).
If a flower were to push itself to open faster, which it can't, it would tear.
In healing, in recovering, in rehabilitating, even just a little, and most certainly to the fullest of degrees - patience is required.
This week I came across a passage in a book written by a man battling cancer, that described the essence of Patience perfectly.
I'm glad you're here to read it with me. I hope its message flowers beautifully within you.
Here it is below...
"The Pain of Becoming
We do ourselves a great disservice by judging where we are in comparison to some final destination. This is one of the pains of aspiring to become something: the stage of development we are in is always seen against the imagined landscape of what we are striving for.
So where we are - though closer all the time - is never quite enough.
The simple rose, at each moment of its slow blossoming, is as open as it can be. The same is true of our lives. In each state of our unfolding, we are as stretched as possible.
It helps to see ourselves as flowers. If a flower were to push itself to open faster, which it can't, it would tear. Yet we humans can and often do push ourselves. Often we tear in places no one can see. When we push ourselves to unfold faster or more deeply than is natural, we thwart ourselves. For nature takes time, and most of our problems of will stem from impatience.
Perhaps one of the hardest remedies to accept for our pain of becoming is that wherever we are in our path - no matter how flawed or incomplete - is a blossoming unto itself. However much we've done at the end of the day is more than enough; it is a dream becoming truth. "
- The Book of Awakening, by Mark Nepo
May you blossom, fully, in your own natural time.
Marie-Chantal x
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