I’m learning that to live in the present is to wait on patience. Let me see if I can portray this the way I understand this to be. Tonight the family went out for hours… meanwhile, Mama left the boiled chicken in the pot on the oven. I waited… waited… and waited, did I mention they were gone for hours? That is a long time. I was here, fully in the moment, sniffing the aroma of cooked chicken. Chicken, a love of mine. When I was sick, as a young pup, Mama would always make me boiled chicken. And everytime I ate it I would always get my strength back and begin to feel so much better. This might be why I absolutely love chicken and almost can’t handle myself with this delicious aroma.
So as I said, hours later they return. Each one saying how great it smells in the house. Dad actually thought we left the oven on, but no, they were all simply smelling the saturated room for which I’ve been laying, and waiting, PATIENTLY in all night long. Did I mention chicken?! Guess what now? They actually say sit, stay, wait… (the chicken is cut up) … sit, stay, wait… tousled into the bowl… w-aa–ii–ttt… OK go ahead…
I devour it. mmmm….
I allowed them to wait on my patience… hee, hee, I always get the goodies & they think they are teaching me something… I tend to think I slow them down a bit…
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