The Waiting Field

Dandelions

I snapped a picture today.

I was rushing to get to an important event—running late, as usual—and as I rounded the corner, there before me danced an entire field of dandelions. Thousands of puffballs, patiently swaying in the wind.

Waiting.

I could have captured it on camera, but there wasn’t time.
“I’ll grab the photo on the way back,” I said aloud.
Could’ve. Should’ve. Would’ve.
And now, the image lives only in my mind.

Because maybe some things are meant to be carried, not captured.

In that one moment, I was reminded of the readiness for that next step.

The next job.
The next home.
The next adventure.
The next version of myself.

Or maybe even on to eternity.

I was reminded of how beautiful the waiting can be.

No effort needed. We need only be still.

And then time sweeps us on.

I never made it back to that dandelion field.
It’s behind me now.

Each puffball has blown away to other possibilities…
Or maybe transformed into a bright yellow flower,

for another eye to behold its beauty.

Still, my eyes scan every open stretch of land I pass,
hoping to glimpse something as quietly breathtaking.

~ Michele Goane

As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field;
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.

Psalm 103: 15-16 ESV

"Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!"

Psalm 46:10. ESV