Patience

Silent morning. Coffee in hand. Brand new journal with thoughts buried deep. Thoughts that won't surface yet, as if to say "You've neglected me so long, if you want me to come you'll need to show me that you still remember how to have the patience to wait".

Patience. Sitting still in the silence long enough to let the thoughts turn into words on paper. Do I? Do I remember how to shut all the other thoughts down in order to make way for what needs to come?

More silence. Radiators banging as the furnace works hard to heat the cold that night time has left behind. Grumbling stomach as it continues to attempt to digest last night's bad choice for dinner. Wood floor creaking as the dog trots by my bedroom door. Tenderness in my right hand as it realizes how long it's been since a pen has graced it's presence for longer than it takes to write a check or sign a credit card slip. Another sip...Mmmm!

Where have I been?

Husband
Teenager
Grown children with wives
Grandchildren
Father
Siblings
Nieces/Nephews
Friends
Kids from 7:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m.
Gym
Computer
Television
Cell phone/Texting
Cleaning
Etc., etc., etc.

Oh, I see. I understand.

Patience. I know I'm in here, so I'll sit and I'll wait.

Patience and a good cup of coffee...this I can do!

xo,
Carrie