In my consideration and reflection about patience as well as my enjoyment of the same I have come to observe myself participating in the activity of “hurrying”. It is not that participating in the act of hurrying is something new, on the contrary the newness is my being able to watch myself participating in this hurrying activity.
In being able to observe it I am also getting a sense that there is silliness to hurrying which of course is much different than stillness.My practice with patience has me leaning towards stillness and consciously moving away from the silliness.
I have seen how on some days I might rush to get things done in the morning so I can get to my office to quickly answer emails, start my writing of the day and then quickly get on to the next task. A day can go by without my noticing whether the sun is shining or not or whether the budding flowers in the park that I walk through on the way to the office have bloomed more since the last time I actually took full notice of them. It sometimes seems as if I am always getting ready to do the next thing rather than relishing the time and space and feel of the task at hand. Or I often might fight with a sense of questioning about the value of undertaking some activities such as exercising or meditating in the morning thinking that they are taking time away from the real important stuff. It is fortunate that these days are fewer and farther between and that now I can see that these (exercising, meditating, and having a sit down breakfast) are the very things that are important and the other things that I absentmindedly rushed towards are less so. Further, if I do not do those newly anointed important activities, the other stuff suffers.
The value of my practice of patience has allowed me to see the futility of thinking that hurrying and multi-tasking “until the cows come home” is where my focus should be. This identifies the silliness of hurrying. I now know that every moment is important unto itself. I also know that activities that improve my ability to appreciate that fact are well worth every minute.
Today is a cloudy grey day, a perfect day to sit back and just watch the clouds drift by.
Irene McDermott © 2012