Waiting - Just being present

At the beginning of my morning meditation, I start by reading a passage from one of my favorite writer's
Mark Nepo.  Here is an excerpt from this morning's:

At times life seems an enormous waiting room with no destination, in which some walk stiffly to and fro, waiting for the pain to stop. Others wait for something good to happen. Still others fear that something bad will begin. The driven plan while they wait. I am each of them.

It is such a struggle-has always been-for each of us to settle deep enough into the wait, into the weight till we discover that there's nowhere to go.

Perhaps the greatest challenge, once fully awake, is to drop all reaching and simply open like a clam waiting in the deep until life in all its guises floods through the half-closed center that is us.

Then God enters us like a brilliant stone falling in a lake, and the past ripples behind us and the future ripples before us and we are breathing in eternity.

           as you enter your day, try not to reach for life, try not to leave or arrive, try to let life enter you.

Is this really spring?

Spring is the season for reemergence; moving up and out; a very strong energy to begin again. Everything that was hidden begins to break ground and open. Nature is our model as a deeply buried seeds crack open and reach for the light. The many shades of green,yellow and pinks are everywhere and we want to throw off our heavy winter protection and put on our lighter and brighter selves to match the world around us.

Since the climate this winter was so mild, we may not have had enough time to go inward and

cultivate the energy needed to reemerge. The reemergence was not gradual as everything burst open at once and the pollen flew in great abundance. Are we being asked to move along our path more quickly? This accelerated energy can feel overwhelming for some of us as nature buffets us back and forth between spring to the heavy heat of summer from one day to the next. Since we can do nothing about mother nature's whims, honor your own personal energy and timing to reemerge. Namaste Ginger