Yesterday I had the opportunity to practice the day 2 listening meditation while waiting for hours in the urgent care with my son. There is something uniquely stressful about waiting in a hospital room when the door is closed and I have had the experience before of leaning toward the sounds and voices outside in hopes of relieving the acute uncertainty of those situations. When will the doctor come in? What bad news might she deliver? How much longer will we wait? Have they forgotten we are waiting? As thought the answers to the questions are in the sounds themselves.
Yesterday, as I sought to sit and count my breath while waiting behind the closed door, I was drawn to the sounds but practiced letting each one go rather than make assumptions about their meaning. I found it easier to accept the waiting and hear the information when it was finally provided.