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The Extraordinary Patience of Things.

August 9, 2012

Possibility is patient. 

Other things that are patient: Death. Sometimes. Other times, not so much.

Sometimes it comes and grabs you in your cut-offs and yellow I Survived The Bermuda Triangle t-shirt at 11:01 in a Tuesday in July. It grabs you as you take your watch off to put it on the nightstand next to your cigarettes. Like it can’t wait a moment longer. Other times, it lingers patiently knowing it will find you when needed, wherever you may be, and that there’s no hurry. For it to take you now, in a flash, would be rash and unfair. Sometimes it is a patient thing waiting in a corner until the time is right. Like most things, it can’t always be just one way.

The patience of your voice. How sometimes it takes years to find, until one day you do and on that day you walk in a room knowing fully who you are in the world. The voice that has so patiently waited for you fills you with your personality, your you-ness. You may not feel it rejoice but it does. Having waited silently in a corner for you that long without making a peep. It throws a little party in your soul and although you may think it is just excitement or too much coffee, it is your voice, moving in finally. For good.

Heartbreak. Heartbreak is patient. It doesn’t give a shit where you have to go or who you have to be. It doesn’t care. It is patient. It takes it’s times and does what it needs to do quietly, methodically, slowly. It crawls. It stops time and waits for the people to cross and the cars to go. It’s that patient.

Pain. Oh, the patience of anguish. It waits for you at night and is there for you in the morning no matter how slow you amy be moving that day and how long it takes for the coffee to kick, your pain waits in your body. Or your heart. Like a loyal friend you’ve had since childhood and no matter how neglected that friendship is, it still stands, your pain calls every once in a while and patiently waits for you to answer.

Wisdom is patient. Sometimes it takes forever to arrive. Sometimes, and hopefully this isn’t true for you, it never arrives.

Dogs. They love. Endlessly. Without asking for much, they jump on you when you arrive no matter how long you’ve left them.

I have also discovered the patience of miracles and how when you wait for them they will show up, often in disguise but there nonetheless. 

Other patient things: Yoga, and how it meets you time and time again. Love, even when you have sworn off it for the Goddam last time. A breathtaking set of words and how they sit patiently and marinate in your mind until they are part of you entirely. Healing, which can wait until you are blue in the face before it sits down and makes itself at home. A good glass of wine and how it lingers and develops a nose, a body, a personality.

When you think of all the things that are patient it is truly remarkable to think that it is usually ourselves that are the impatient ones. It is me that wants it now. It is me that wants my book written and published.

And for what? isn’t the journey part of the joy? Mustn’t it be?

I remember thinking as an actor how unhappy I was and knowing that if I booked a lead on a tv show I would still be unhappy. I knew that. So, in essence I was admitting that the journey stank. That I hated it.

I love my journey now. So I must have patience. There is so much possibility within these pages. Possibility is endless in it’s patience by definition.

Poetry is patient, love is patient (although I think that is from the Bible, and if so, then love is also kind.)

My life is patient. It has waited for me this long.

My God then, it can wait a little longer. It can hold it’s horses and take a seat next to love and poetry, sunsets and the cycles of the moon, and my husband, who is so very patient.

My life can patiently unfold as I write my book and live beat to beat.

Possibility will unfold, shyly or like a thunderbolt, unexpected and without rain.

Anything good is worth waiting for. 

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  • Reply jamesvincentknowles August 9, 2012 at 11:45 pm

    I think we’re close enough I can say this to you, Jen: effing Van Gogh writing.

    • Reply ManifestYogaJen August 9, 2012 at 11:48 pm

      shit JVK. You rock… But I ain’t cutting off my ear bc I already hear worth shit xoooxxx

  • Reply James Fetters August 10, 2012 at 12:07 am

    Favorite post, ever

  • Reply barbarapotter August 10, 2012 at 12:15 am

    I absolutely love this piece.

  • Reply Rhea August 10, 2012 at 6:38 am

    Wow, this is truly exceptional Jen. So much I felt compelled to add my own, from an experience I lived yesterday.

    Patience is what comes alive inside you (though sometimes it rests longingly on the bench beside you) as the world spins around your bubble.
    While you wait.
    For the cunning monster that dwells in your child’s mind, to loosen his clutches. So you can, once again, have your boy [girl] back.
    Oh, this bastard is patient too. But no match I fear, for a mother’s [father’s] heart.

    And so for us, patience, the luxury of youth becomes a bare necessity.

    Anything good is worth waiting for…… indeed.

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  • Reply Frank Gjata August 10, 2012 at 10:10 am

    Love this…the understanding that all these beautiful qualities and energies are so very patient…with us. They stand ready when we’re ready. God/the universe is inconceivably lovingly patient, allowing us all the time and space in the world…and beyond even. What could be more comforting than this?. If God’s not in a hurry, what are we worried about? We can relax, bask and rejoice in this unconditional love. Of course, the paradox is…as we do, there’s absolutely nothing left to wait for.

  • Reply Jess McGrath August 10, 2012 at 11:43 am

    incredibly beautiful words!

  • Reply Lady A August 14, 2012 at 8:01 pm

    I dug this. Beautiful. It’s similar to a proverb that says, “Nature never hurries, yet everything is accomplished.” It is important to remember when we’re rushing after that elusive soooomething.

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