You don't need to wait to be whole, to be here now, to manifest time or space or patience. You don't even need your own permission to tell this body that it's already home, that it's always been home, but it helps.
We're addicted to waiting--as much as we, as a culture, hate it, we can't get enough of it. It's inevitable that, if we look for it, there will always be something we're waiting for--an appointment, a birthday, a season, a weekend, a baby to be born, a haircut to grow out, a holiday, a deadline, a presidential election.
And for some reason we have this idea that we can't do *anything* else in the meantime but wait. No wonder we hate it--what kind of purgatory have we sentenced ourselves to? And it's all on us--no one has locked us here. Yet here we sit on our cold, hard bench in our cold, hard cell, desperate for some idea of freedom.
So here's the thing--you're already home. You're already here. You already have what you need to do your joyful work in the meantime. You see, as soon as we rebelliously refuse to wait, as soon as we step out of line, the shift happens. It doesn't need our attention. Hell, it doesn't *want* our attention.
Put down the burden of waiting--that clock doesn't need watching. It's ticking merrily along, all on its own.