As a poet, therapist, and observer of human behavior, Janis has a keen awareness of what makes people tick and behave the way they do.
We Rush Like Fast-Moving Water Streams
Have More Patience, Take a Breather, Slow Down
As we attempt wind down from the fast pace of each day, let us think about taking the time to slow down.
Some of us drive way too fast, some engage in road rage, and others find it difficult to sit and wait in traffic at rush hour. We are not always gentle with the hard-working waiter in a restaurant or the over-worked cashier in a busy grocery store. We are short with our spouses and raise our voices at our children who are just learning how to navigate life.
This is called impatience and is known to cause a lot of tension and conflict between family members, co-workers, and strangers, as we interact on a daily basis. If only we could grasp the fact that life really is short and to have ill-spirited reactions to temporary things is a waste, having a negative impact on the body and soul.
As you contemplate making some changes toward self-improvement, consider practicing more patience. Make a commitment to yourself and those you love that you will take the time to slow down, wait, take deeper breaths, smell roses, and appreciate the life you have to live. Live with good intention. Be more patient and less critical of yourself and others.
Give your renewed patience time to grow. Start now by meditating on the following poem and remember that patience really is a virtue.
We Become as Restless as Unstill Waters
We Move Like Rushing Water Falls
Rushing with nowhere in particular to go
Going with no particular reason to rush
We are restless to the point of reckless
Rushing to our own twilights
In a hurry to get there
Speeding up our lives just to die
To wait is to be ignored
Instead of waiting your turn
To slow down means to be late
Rather than slowing to pace
To brake means to lose our place
In lieu of braking to let someone else go first
Impatient souls are we
Missing the breath, the pause, and the exhale
Having no patience to wait and see
That death and taxes are certain to come
So stop to smell and taste, sit down to rest
Move gingerly toward destinations that are sure to come . . . in time.
Lack of Patience Creates a Life of Turbulent Waters
Putting on the Brakes . . .
The Beach Feeds the Soul
© 2012 Janis Leslie Evans