A Place Called Waiting

This piece was written a while back but it somehow never got to the blog. Today, while meditating, I remembered this piece as I reminisced on what seemed like a lonely, sad and hopeful period, and how maturely and proudly I managed those times. I am indeed proud of my emotional and mental growth - it has been a journey!

If this is your first time here, welcome to Eden.

I hope you too will find strength in my vulnerability - don’t rush it but be intentional about it.

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Walking down the lonely dark path of ‘Waiting Avenue’. You can almost hear the trembling sounds of footsteps - only that, the wind was your company on this journey.

Down this road, even with the bubbling vibes and noise around, everywhere still feels like a deserted ground. You look around but see no one.

You feel pity for your tired feet. They are swollen from the long walk that seems unending. You wonder if this path has an end or a turn or curve.

You look around. You are alone or so you think.

Is that a light you see? It seems farther away but you manage to allow your wandering soul see the glimpse of light. You pinch yourself to be sure your soul hasn’t departed from your body. You feel the pain. It hurts so much. No, it’s not from the pinch but from the aches of your feet and mind.

You want to rest. You need to rest. You have to rest. That is all that matters now.

A resting place while on the path of waiting. A place where your soul can dance to the slow tune of the music in your far away heart. A place where you can just be - and be still.

A place to drop the burden, lighten the load, and to feel again.

You open your eyes. You see the light now. What seemed far away was just right in your face. You see the light now. It’s so crystal clear. It shines so bright. The light from your soul radiating from within through your path.

You are here. You have arrived from the place of waiting. And now you know the path to this place called waiting.

Love,

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