There are times in our life when we have to wait, whether we like it or not.
We may be in a line, stuck in traffic, or on a school bench, waiting for a career.
We may be at work, waiting for the day to end so we can return home.
We may be in a hospital, waiting for life to resume.
We may even be waiting for a date under the shadows of unease.
How do we wait?
Do we fiddle with our phone, tap our foot, roll our hair around our finger?
Do we sigh?
Do we look at the person next to us and roll our eyes?
Is that a good way to wait?
Life’s made up of too many moments of waiting for us to be impatient with them.
Sometime it’s good for life to slow down:
Every moment of waiting is an opportunity to relax,
Even in a traffic jam or in a bad sort of line.
In those moments you can remind yourself you are breathing.
It’s like being on a peaceful swing on a warm evening inside you.
When waiting becomes breathing,
breathing makes waiting good.
19 thoughts on “When Waiting Becomes Breathing”
“It’s like being on a peaceful swing on a warm evening inside you.”
I love this line a lot.
When no one could tell if we’re breathing to wait or waiting to breathe…
Love your verses.
When I meditate, a great sweeping arm clears the table filled with odd items and sends them crashing to the floor. Okay, so it’s not a loud crash or I’d be like, “What was that?” and would break my concentration on nothing.
If they’re books and writing-papers they won’t make a bad crashing sound, Susie. More like a wise thump.
Unfortunately, my table is laden with a variety of garage sale items. *crash* Ha!
Great lines. Yeah, I’ve always looked at it the same way. Not getting impatient or angry while waiting, but using the gift of time mindfully!
I am fade up waiting for a lot of things
Wow. Your writing is so on point for me. Thank you.
“Every moment of waiting is an opportunity to relax”
As i think of it deeper, yea you’re fabulously right. Quite true..
I enjoyed this post, the way it’s written is smoothing. There’s no hate towards our normal impatient behaviour, there’s no nagging feeling. Feels like a virtual arm to shoulder hug telling me to breatheeeeee.
That’s precisely what it is. 🙂
there’s an inherent calm to the post. Makes me get rid of all the annoying things I do to myself while waiting. I’d rather breathe.
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I liked reading this poem! I really could visualize each scene, waiting in a hospital…in a line… Sometimes, I am in fact impatient during these moments, I appreciate the reminder to be patient.
This is a great poem. It should be published.
Of course, I am not crazy about waiting. But, there’s that saying “Good things come to those who wait”.
I would rather wait for something great or better to come in my life than getting something worse ASAP.
Vincent, your post reminds me a of quote by John Cage, who you may or may not be familiar with. If not, I recommend you check him out; he is most famous for his “composition,” dubbed 4’33. The quote in mind is as follows: “Where are we going? And what are we doing?” In my mind, John would respond to his own question, stating “nowhere; nothing.” There is something to be had in the “nothing,” and the “nowhere.” I believe that nothing is indeed “nothing;” it is all something. Perhaps you agree. Greetings from a new WordPress community member 😉