You and I, we as people, walk in and out of new things every day. New chapters, new theories, new understandings, new 'clothes.' We know so much, we've lived so much, but then again we only know what we know, because of course we can't know what we don't know. I don't know a lot. One of my repetitive phrases during most of my conversations of any meaning is, " I don't know a lot, but from the little that I do.." This preface continues to be only more true every time I say it. There truly is quite a bit I know, from life, from my story and past, but there's also so much that I don't. Each day I'm learning to count it as gold when I learn something else I realize I've never know before; about myself, about my fears, about my boldness, about Love. This morning in stillness I had a revelation: as people we are accustomed to waiting in daily life. We wait to get the call, we wait to make the call. We wait to get the job, or wait to end the job. We wait to find the one, or wait to be the one. We wait to feel more, or we wait to feel less. We wait to remember, or we wait to even forget. Some of the things we wait for expand us, and some of the things we wait for expose us. Do the things you're waiting for expand your practice of honor and self-control? Like waiting for sex, even if you've already had it, or had it taken from you? A friend of mine once said to me, "Hope lives in the waiting for those things that we know in our hearts are needed to wait for." Don't listen to me, but ask from your heart- it's the life force that beats inside of you after all- what shall I wait for? Ask.