Waiting

I have been thinking a lot about waiting recently. Have you ever stopped to think (a form of waiting itself) about how much time we spend waiting?
I wake early and wait for the alarm to tell me its time to get up.
I wait for the cable to connect and morning news to begin.
I wait for the coffee to finish brewing, the eggs to fry, and the toast to get brown.
I wait for the treadmill clock to finally climb to the programed time to complete my exercises.
I wait.
We waited for the biopsy report to come back----and it was not what we hoped for.
We waited for the surgery to be over so we could see our daughter again and tell her again and again how much we love her.
We wait for the pathology report on three lymph nodes to come back to learn if clear, if extensively spread, and what treatment plan will be required.
We wait until we see loved ones the next time.
We wait.
Tinch Nhat Han (forgive my spelling) counsels us to be in the present. The past is done, unchangeable. The future never arrives. We are here and now, and it is our responsibility to fill it with meaning and purpose.
Waiting is to time what dark matter is to space. It is the majority of what is. It is what holds time together. Without it we would "spin off" into nothingness.
In waiting we are renewed, strengthened, prepared to face the next now. We are blessed when surrounded by those we love with whom to share the journey.
We wait and hope with our Shanon Hope.