"She's Waiting"

Waiting is not always passive. It can be rather active.

We sat there, on two chairs, facing the young TKD kids class going on. Both of us were tired from the talk-fest of the night before. We had the desire to get on the mat and play, but we waited. The snacks we had consumed earlier we given a bit more time to seep into our bloodstream. A 'zap'to the 'behind the ear pressure point', done by "Ken", opened my eyes to a brighter view. The Celebrex we each consumed early that morning, without the pulmonary embolism side effects, was still adrift in our muscles. We eventually got on the mat...sure as not to 'show off' to the less fortunate people that don't know or get to play Hapkido.

Actively Waiting is synonymous with preparation. There is no idle. There is no pause or stall. One's mindset determines the flow of one's body; direction; choice. How one maneuvers through life can be a result of 'active waiting'. I realized upon returning to my apartment last night, that, waiting has been an issue with me. I have focused too much on the tiny view on the blurry horizon that I have missed some great things, which were quite visible, standing before me.

The rest of my life will be actively waiting for things to occur in their due time. And once they appear...I'll have prepared myself to receive them.

Waiting for the right moment can be quite pleasurable. Being able to not force an issue or create an internal havoc when it comes to a self-imposed time-line was freeing. I "waited" for quite a few things this past weekend. Some blatantly obvious and others, trivial and metaphoric. As I sit here in the quiet of my apartment, the thought of waiting is no longer scary. Slightly bittersweet, but nonetheless, sweet.