I'm not much for meditation. I'm too restless and results-oriented. Instead, I walk. I walk until I am too tired to worry anymore, and then I let the problems of my life swirl around in my subconscious and wait to see what new revelations emerge from those murky waters.
This year, I was thinking about patience. It's not something I possess in large quantities. I like to make things happen, force them into happening if need be. The brute force method, my ex-husband used to call it. This strategy has not served me particularly well. The problem with brute force is that it causes damage. It breaks things.
Halfway up Dorr Mountain one day last week it occurred to me that in order to have patience, you have to believe good things will happen in their own time. If you truly believe that, then you don't have to force anything. Patience is about believing in abundance.
The brute force method, on the other hand, is about trying to force good things to happen because you don't trust that they'll happen any other way. The brute force method is about fearing scarcity.
This fall, I will affirm my belief in abundance. I will focus on cultivating patience.