There is a harshness to deep waiting. Note the grating sense of light reflected from the sketch below. I photographed this entry of my sketch book under hospital lighting. I am past the waiting room and directly interact with the business of the medical center here. Here I provide all the information I think may be helpful. Then I wait for answers; I wait information: dribs, drabs, I’ll take what I can get; I want it faster. I wait for options; wait for consequences of decisions. I wait for something positive; I wait until the time is ripe to go home.
I know this place.
Not a comfortable place to know or to be.
Yes. I have been going back to it over the last few years and just when I think I have escaped…but I’m determined. I love your designations of deep and extreme waiting. Exactly right.
Thank you, Claudia. Hope your deep and extreme waitings have positive outcomes!
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Thank you. I think it’s something I will be getting used to. But with each session, the difficult becomes more and more familiar. Less deep and extreme, more ordinary. Kind of strange to think about things this way, isn’t it?
Yes. It is a good thing for the difficult things to get easier to handle. As long as the level of difficulty does not get worse.