I am waiting and praying that my daughter's MRI today is only good news. I've just talked to my older son on the phone, and he is also waiting, as are the other kids and all her friends and family. Waiting. That means noticing that the sun is out today, and the temperature up. That a black and white cat is skulking in the bushes outside my window. That snowdrops are popping up under the apple tree. That all my grandchildren are doing well and healthy. That my younger daughter's baby, due soon, is head down the way he's supposed to be. So new life is coming, about to be born.
Waiting is LIVING each precious moment fully, and with heart. My rakasu has my Buddhist name on the back of it: Great heart, silent perserverence. I try to not project, or rehearse, or jump into the future or back to the past. Be here now, as is said. This moment is all I have.
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