Patience is a White Flower
21 Tuesday Aug 2012
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Patience is a white flower lined in shadow
It asks us to come in self honesty
With empty hands
With nothing to hide
We can never call in our patience
We cannot ask for it
Instead it invites us in like a mist
We must go to it
I asked her how she captured the images because I always find white flowers hard to photograph.
I loved her Zen of Photography answer,
‘I usually wait until I can see lots of shadows in the white to try and keep them from blowing out. I am sure others have all sorts of tricks, but mine is simply watching and waiting.‘
Ah-Ha! I love the idea of finding patience in a white flower.
The other day I was journaling about waiting and calling things forth from the sea that lies beneath. Afterwards, I wrote a piece for my Dream-Speak members called Casting Nets…here is a snippet;
“We are fishing in the pool of eternity, casting nets, waiting for wondrous things…But it is what we do while we are waiting that defines what we catch.”
When we are not present in our lives, when we forget our self honesty and cease being in the world like a child our days become irritating and our waiting…becomes an act of calling our patience instead of cultivating it.
I told Terrill I would practice and maybe write about the white flowers, but I didn’t mean what I thought I meant.
I didn’t intent to take photographs, although I took a few, I meant that I would practice finding my patience, practice cultivating it.
Practice casting nets, waiting and letting go…
They want to be filled
But I don’t approach the page with a pen
Instead I arrive with an empty hand
What are some little things you do every day to achieve more presence?