Does Patience Pay off? I don’t know. What I do know is, while I have been waiting patiently for something to happen regarding a legal issue I am up to my eyeballs with some things about this issue took place these past three days that may have shaken the ground some. Now my case may be moving forward faster then a locomotive. I don’t know this for sure, which means now I will have to sit patiently and wait to see what happens next.
Ahh yes!The patience angel is sitting on my shoulder and smiling. She is whispering in my ear “Let’s wait and see what happens now that you squarely landed the ball in THEIR court.”
What took place may also be a fantastic blessing coming to me along with a loving card signed by my friend the patience angel.
The patience angel is with me again today. She is whispering in my ear “Please wait and write a poem instead of writing your post on ‘From The City Of Holy Cross To The City Of The Crosses.’ ”
Something tells me that my muse and the patience angel are working together to guide my writing today. To tell you the truth I’m not ready to write my post on the Crosses. I need to do more research in order to get some facts down. This may sound like procrastination, but, it really isn’t. When my posts are strictly about my musings I can write directly about the subject at hand. However, when my post includes musings as well as some structured facts then I have to spend time in the research mode and not just rely on creatively writing. Hmmmmm. This sounds more and more like the collaboration of my muse and the patience angel to get me to slow down and “smell the roses” before I venture forth with my Crosses historical and current day tour dialogue. And so I will follow my muse and the patience angel’s lead. I will post the poem that unfolded this weekend in front of my mind.
THE PATIENCE ANGEL
There is an angel on my shoulder
She is always near and with me
both night and day
My constant companion
She brings me peace
She softens and guides
my every way
She teaches me
She leads me
to live my life from greed
The patience angel shows me
God won’t give what I want
God gives what I need
This gift is from above
and heaven sent
She whispers in my ear
If I’m smart and wise I will follow
these directions very closely
To live my life fully without any fear
©2014 Merriam Kathaleen
I decided to write this post while I patiently await the words to come tumbling forth for my post about the crosses. Oh Boy! Here’s that patience angel again. I am writing about the differences and similarities of my original hometown Santa Cruz, California (Holy Cross) and my new hometown Las Cruces, New Mexico (The Crosses). While I am writing about the obvious, the crosses, I am also writing about so much more. Yes, even though my words about the crosses and so much more are not physically being written down in a post, I definitely am writing the post in my mind. I am patiently awaiting my muse to speak to me, to join me in the dance of words that are pirouetting within my writers mind. Has this ever happened to you? You are working on writing and the words come together in your mind and while those words gel within you and before you get them written down you get the urge to write on a completely different topic. Well, that is exactly what is going on with me. I’m working on what words to bring together about the crosses and the so much more while I am writing this post. I call this percolating my muse’s coffee. Even though I don’t drink coffee anymore I can still percolate it for my muse.
As I percolate about the crosses and the so much more I realize that I am practicing patience. How about that? The patience angel just pops up in front of me as I think I am writing a post. She tells me nope, you are not writing this particular post. Instead, you are going to write about having the patience to let the words dance around in your mind first before you actually write them down. Yesterday I started to write my post “From The City Of Holy Cross To The City Of The Crosses” thinking I would finish it. I was completely wrong about that plan. I realized that I needed more time to write about the crosses and the so much more. Instead of a historical and contemporary tour dialogue of the Crosses Cities I decided to write a post about why I was taking my time to write it.
I’m learning just because I wanted to dance with my muse it doesn’t always mean that will happen. My muse is telling me “Let’s listen to the music a bit longer before we begin the dance”.