This is a great reminder about how far we've moved as a culture from waiting, accepting "boredom," letting the mind wander freely, without stress about waiting. I grew up waiting a lot, and not automatically thinking of "wasting time." I worry about my children who have the phone constantly at hand and have little tolerance for non-engagement. As writers especially, the mind free to wander is a gift.
Well said. As you pointed to, one of the many great practices of tending to a garden is waiting. Right now, I'm waiting until the last frost to start planting new seeds and seedlings. There's no rushing it, just waiting and watching the smallest little buds start to form in the meantime.
This is a great reminder about how far we've moved as a culture from waiting, accepting "boredom," letting the mind wander freely, without stress about waiting. I grew up waiting a lot, and not automatically thinking of "wasting time." I worry about my children who have the phone constantly at hand and have little tolerance for non-engagement. As writers especially, the mind free to wander is a gift.
It's amazing how to wait means something is wrong. And how our kids' notions of waiting will be so different, as you point out.
Well said. As you pointed to, one of the many great practices of tending to a garden is waiting. Right now, I'm waiting until the last frost to start planting new seeds and seedlings. There's no rushing it, just waiting and watching the smallest little buds start to form in the meantime.
Sounds lovely.
OK, you nailed it here. Not only a great observation but some great suggestions on the waiting game, and even getting better at waiting. I loved it!
Thanks so much, Ken!