The Waiting Place….for people just waiting
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come , or a plane to go
or the mail to come , or the rain to go
or the phone to ring , or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
(From: Oh, the Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss)
I love Dr. Seuss. But, I think he might have oversimplified the Waiting Place. I’ve been in the Waiting Place since after Christmas when my mother became sick and died. I waited in her hospital room every day while she was transitioning from this life… (to another?) And every day since her passing, I’ve been waiting to see what my life will become without the responsibility (and pleasure) of caring for this person who was the focus of so much of my attention these last six years. While I’ve been waiting, I’ve been taking care of business, travelling, and pursuing my creative interests, but it’s been waiting none the less. I think this is the nature of transitions. It’s that place between what was and what’s to come. Dr. Suess calls this “a most useless place”. Here’s where I disagree. I think it’s a difficult place, but not a useless one. Change rarely happens overnight or on a pre-determined schedule. His words do, however, carry a fair warning. There’s a danger of getting stuck in the Waiting Place. Sometimes we forget that we’re only meant to be there temporarily while our systems are adjusting and preparing for the change to come.
And the change will come.
One morning we’ll wake up and realize that it’s spring. The robins who’ve been waiting too are suddenly singing at dawn with their newly found purpose. The recently frozen ground cracks and the first shoots appear. The ponds unthaw and running water is the background melody again.
All in the right time. The waiting somehow makes this so much more exquisite.
Pebbles and Clay 