Mydancewithgod’s Weblog

Oh, the idle art of waiting… 

I’m one of those persons that does not even stop in a traffic light. If I am walking in the street and am on my way from point A to B in a city, I walk in the way that if I am met by a red light in a crossroad, I decide that rather than standing waiting, I will walk over to the opposite side of the road, where the green light is shining. Whatever, is better than having to stand and wait. This is also why I’m seldom in a harbor or train station before the boat/train will leave. I haven’t been too late more that 2 or 3 times in my life, but never there more that just in time. In my life there is no such thing as arriving half an hour before ANYTHING, be it whatever. It is not that I can not sit still. I do enjoy stillness, but I have had no pleasure in the sensation of waiting. If stillness has a purpose, I do it. When stillness is just for the sake of waiting, I rather not. This is the life I have been living. 

It was about two or three years ago, when I for the first time noticed that this IS my Truth. At the same time as I saw how much I do to avoid waiting, I realized that waiting or being patient is a good thing. Waiting is something I do not only need but at some level even want, as a part of my life. Still I was unable to have it or enjoy it. There is a pleasure in the Art of waiting, yet to be found by me.

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is like a field of Lilies of the valley…

At a first glimps you are meet by an immense sea of green waves as far as the eye can see.

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Once I was afraid,

I was petrified…

I kept thinking I had way to many paged left to write, 

But I spent so many days, praying you would be at my side,

I grew strong

I learnt how Thesis’ are done…

I did survive

as long as i know about your love

I know I will stay alive

I’ve got all my life to live

I’ve got all my love to give

and I’ll survive

I did survive!

The questions is only, how’s life after a Gradu? How does one get back to “normal” after God helped you to finnish a Master Thesis of 110 pages in 20 active writing days?

That’s why I haven’t been on-line for some time now. To jump of a High speed train that would go on until it crashed is something that requires some real SLOW motion, the kind of movements I’m not that used to.

Learning to listen to the soft music God plays in a relaxed Jazz club setting after a long and warm summer day…

Learning to climb up into his High altar and just cuddle into His soft and protecting big lap, far away from the rhythms of this world, so that I then can be again (a) present to this world, has required to be off-line…

and I have not only survived,

I have re-entered or  

more clearly re- DISCOVERED

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