They say patience is a virtue. In my youth I rebelled against this concept. I wanted it (whatever ‘it’ was), and I wanted it now! I stood at various platforms waiting for the train that never arrived. Yes, in my haste to find it, I missed the journey. (Sounds cliched, and it is intentionally so, because that’s how pedestrian life can be, unless you start to view it differently).
Surviving a major accident in my twenties, I scrambled through therapy to become functional again. Yes, I had to get back to the platform, for that train, thinking it would get me Somewhere.
I am There. That place I yearned for in my youth and find, I often flip back the pages tracking back to Somewhere.
I now know. Somewhere was always Here.
I’m not sure how I got Here. Here, was where I always should have been. How did I get here. Well, let me track the journey.
I woke one day to find …
A snail will climb steadily until it reaches the tree top. It’s all about pace!Any cut, words or blade, can leave ragged edges.I’ve found youth (mine!) and wisdom (my children’s!) can co-exist on the same branch of a tree!Sometimes, you just have to stand still and allow the storm to pass, and it will, if your roots are strong.I’ve learned the solitary fisherman on the rocks who wets the line at dawn, has done this many times before. He does it for the pleasure, not because he expects a bite.Likewise the surfer, as he strides out board under arm, to the open sea.There he’ll sit, with like minded folk, waiting for that set to arrive.And when it does, he’ll take me with him on that magic carpet ride. I found some mornings when the sea is muted, wild dolphins will weave their way through the calm and leave my knees weak with sheer delight of it all.I’ve found in small mining towns, when there’s not a soul to be seen at midday, even a kangaroo can stop by and crack open a can, to chill with you.And, if you don’t drink. You can still see double.In winter, when all else has faded away, a fig is vivid with colour.A beach is a beach. It does not need a me and a you, to tell a story of romance.I don’t need to travel to Mallee country. There are times when the ringneck will visit me to check out how I live.No longer a lead foot. I slow down and enjoy the curves that life throws up at me now and then. I’ve learned those are moments, to see past the obstruction and see the forest, as it is meant to be.Yes, I found patience. It was always at my feet, in the Here and Now.
Until next time
a dawn bird