“Nature doesn’t hurry…yet everything is accomplished.”– Lao-Tzu
My baby was due to arrive August 20th – until last month, when the due date was changed to September. My “baby” is actually a book I’m about to publish called Twelve Mindful Months. I’ve been told that creative projects are born in the womb, and since I never got to experience being pregnant, the metaphor of giving birth feels nurturing to me. Writing has been a life-long passion and publishing a book is the manifestation of that creative self-expression. I’m bringing something into the world that really is a big part of me and my journey. So, like any expectant mother with a baby in the womb, I’m anxious for this birth; I’m ready for it to come out now. “These things take time, but you will be happy with the results,” were the assuring words of my kind and talented birth coach/book designer Teri Rider.
Recently, I came up with the idea of using the book chapter titles as the themes for my monthly blogs. Since Twelve Mindful Months is designed to be read one-month-at-a-time, I thought it would be interesting to explore the monthly topics in a more personal way. How ironic, though, that August chapter’s focus is Patience & Acceptance. I really am putting my concepts to a test.
“During the dog days of summer, patience can also melt in the heat.” My “pregnancy” has been longer than 9 months. Three years is a long time to wait for the birth of a baby, but for a book, it’s not that long. Certainly I know that. I began writing a novel 7 years ago, and I’m currently on my 4th rewrite. It’s a long conception, but that’s another story.
We humans are impatient beings. Impatient for the baby to come, for projects to be completed, for results from our exercise program or diet, to be able to play the piano better, to run a faster mile, or to have a lower par in golf. As kids we were impatient for the school year to end, for our birthdays to come, and now – except for when we’re feeling impatient – we want our life to slow down. It goes fast. Maybe that’s why I’m impatient for the book to come. Everyday is a gift. I recognize that and feel I want to make the most of life before it’s too late.
Thirteen years ago I learned the art of patience from yoga, and today my practice on the yoga mat continues to inspire my life off the mat. That’s not what I had been seeking when I first came to yoga. Like most people, I began a yoga practice because I wanted a more flexible body. With time I noticed my mind became more flexible too. It took almost a year (for this impatient-for-results Aries ram that I am) but I still distinctly remember when I first noticed the change. Something happened and I observed myself reacting in a calm and totally patient way. It was as if I was observing someone else’s reaction. That’s when I got it. Yoga really wasn’t just purely physical. I learned to be patient with my practice, because even though I was a fitness trainer and group exercise teacher, I couldn’t do all the poses, or progress as quickly as I wanted. Or as I thought I should. It was a humbling experience. Which may be why some people quit yoga: It can be hard on the ego, tests the patience, and takes a fair amount of time to develop alignment and ease in the poses. Sounds a lot like life, yes? Yoga slowed me down, made me more mindful of my body and breath, and more aware of the most subtle physical and emotional changes.
So I will use this patience I have cultivated from my yoga journey and apply it to my book journey. I will take deep breaths and accept where I am and be flexible with changes – including my due date. And I will express gratitude daily for the healthy progress and joyful journey of my book.
When the time is right, Twelve Mindful Months will be born into this world, and I will be ready for its delivery with open arms.
With patience & acceptance,