“A waiting person is a patient person. The word patience means the willingness to stay where we are and live the situation out to the full in the belief that something hidden there will manifest itself to us.” ― Henri J.M. Nouwen
Signs of spring are everywhere in Seattle. Each day my tulips are taller and closer to blooming. The trees have tiny buds that will eventually form a canopy of green over the summer city. There is a promise of new beginnings all around, and yet it is a slow turning. It is a practice in patience.
Just as we can’t control nature’s timetable, neither can we hurry or force the unfurling of ourselves through our yoga practices. We set the stage for growth and awakening by coming to the mat and meditating as our time and schedules allow. We commit ourselves to our practices, but then we must wait. We soften and permit. We watch and listen for the gentle stirrings of change. Sometimes the transformation comes in a burst, like the sun suddenly appearing from behind a dark cloud. Other times it’s slow to occur. And just as a windstorm will blow through and remind us of winter’s relentless grip, so too will we experience bumps and stalls along our way. Our old patterns and habits may cling tightly, but spring will eventually yield to summer, and with patience and dedication we will continue to bloom.