|Shasta Daisies- |
they were magnificent in bloom
Suppose to be a perennial
and then they just went away
I thought they would just sit back
and wait and come back next year.
It was a one time show.
|The waiting birdhouse. So far this year no takers.|
Maybe in a drive-by-
thought it needed a little
bit of help in the upkeep department.
A lantana that I have been waiting
for it to unfurl profuse blooms.
Somehow this one didn't get the memo
that this species- Loves Heat
|My vintage chair- waiting for me|
to come and sit
and rock a bit and just pay attention.
|And more bird houses- gifts from friends -|
and maybe tops in the looks arena but not
a seller in the practical world-
waiting and wondering-
is this all there is?
And in a reading today- the words of Richard Rohr-
talking about liminal space- from the Latin word Limina,
which means threshold.
He says that Liminal space- the place of waiting is-
"a unique spiritual position where human beings hate to be,
but where the biblical God is always leading them.
It is where you have left the tried and true,
but have not yet been able to replace it with anything else.
It is when you are finally out of the way.
It is when you are between
your old comfort zone and any possible new answer.
If you are not trained in how to hold anxiety,
how to live with ambiguity,
how to entrust and wait,
you will run...
anything to flee this terrible cloud of unknowing."
So I think I see that I am training in waiting.