It has finally rained. I am hoping the rain will ease my unease. But I am still venturing out, stepping out even if it’s on my tipping toes…tentatively at first. I will be more bold when I land and not fall, when I know that the shoe will not drop.
Last evening we rode our bikes all the way to Broadway. I stopped traffic a couple of times but I did not fall. Even though I knew I have time, I felt pressured. So I got off my bike and walked it across the intersection. I can do that…stop and walk across.
So many lessons I have learned from riding a bike. I have time. I can stop and do it another way. So impatient I have been. I rush at life the way I used to ride a bike. I don’t take the time….for directions, to listen, to look, to see….often interrupting, finishing other people’s words, sentences. I am better now. Sometimes I can remember to wait.
The raindrops are falling steadily now. It is soothing. I am sipping dandelion tea from my zen teacup. My roast is in the oven. The letter is in the mail. I can wait. I have time.