It has finally rained.  I am hoping the rain will ease my unease.  But I am still venturing out, stepping out even if it’s on my tipping toes…tentatively at first.  I will be more bold when I land and not fall, when I know that the shoe will not drop.

Last evening we rode our bikes all the way to Broadway.  I stopped traffic a couple of times but I did not fall.  Even though I knew I have time, I felt pressured.  So I got off my bike and walked it across the intersection.  I can do that…stop and walk across.

So many lessons I have learned from riding a bike.  I have time.  I can stop and do it another way.  So impatient I have been. I rush at life the way I used to ride a bike.  I don’t take the time….for directions, to listen, to look, to see….often interrupting, finishing other people’s words, sentences.  I am better now.  Sometimes I can remember to wait.

The raindrops are falling steadily now.  It is soothing.  I am sipping dandelion tea from my zen teacup.  My roast is in the oven.  The letter is in the mail.  I can wait.  I have time.