Wanting. Wanting newer and better stuff. Wanting our circumstances to be
different. Wanting this pandemic to be
over. Wanting things to be the way they
were before. Wanting everyone else to
think and act like we do. Wanting to be
right. Wanting to be heard. Wanting to be seen. So much wanting. So much discontentment. What if instead of wanting, we shifted our
focus to waiting and watching? Waiting
for things to get better. Waiting for
life to unfold naturally. Waiting for
things to work themselves out. Watching
to come to know and understand ourselves better. Watching to make room for what we need to
surface. Watching to realize that what
we need isn’t necessarily what we want. So
many humans stuck in continuous wanting.
All other living species patiently waiting and watching. This human condition, making us truly believe
that we know best what we need. Every
other specie simply trusting nature.
Waiting. Watching. I have been bringing warm tea with me on my
rides lately as the days get colder.
Alone. I find a peaceful spot in
the woods to stop and drink my warm beverage.
I call it “forestea”. If it isn’t
already a thing, I’m making it one. Immersed
in nature. Sipping. Waiting.
Watching. Savoring the moment,
not interfering with it. This waiting
season. No expectations. No wanting.
Just watching it all unfold naturally.