Circle the Wagons-Rituals and Ruts Each month I make the trek to the window and if you were to video tape my journey to the window it would not look that different from month to month. In fact if you looked closely at the floor between the doors to the Veterans Medical Center to where I take my number and ultimately end up at the window for my prescriptions I think you could spot my footprints. And because I love to live in fantasy……...if I was travelling by covered wagon on my monthly trips you would see the wagon wheel imprints from my home, leading to the window and back home again. Through time the wagon wheels would have created a safe road to travel…….In reality what this type of journey has created is a ritualistic rut of certainty. By taking the same path, the wagon wheels have created a rut which allows me to see the same old scenery.
Yes, we have our daily routines of going to the pharmacy, getting the kids off to school, arriving to work on time, brushing our teeth and all the time I am wondering if there is some rule we have made up that we must be as efficient as possible, so we can move on to the next ritual. Before you know it, we have gone through the motions of our day and it is time to do it all over again.
Hurry Up and Wait
Now, there was certain process to follow at the window and I worked to learn the mechanics in order for my monthly visits to be an efficient quick process. Each time I thought I had the process down to a science I was reminded of the old military saying “hurry up and wait”
In years past whenever I heard the phrase “hurry up and wait” I often times would get upset thinking this is ridiculous I could be doing something better with my time. I now realize how ridiculously arrogant it is to think it is “my time”. It took a pioneer for me to realize my arrogance.
One Armed Pioneer of Possibility
Recently, I was graced by having my ruts washed away and having a once monthly routine to “the window” become much more than just going through the motions. It started out just like any other visit and this time I had hit the jackpot my prescriptions were done before I arrived. I opened up my bag as I always do to ensure both prescriptions were in there before I left the building. AND you guessed it one of my prescriptions was not in my bag so I took my number, took a seat and then in a moment the phrase “hurry up and wait” transformed into a whole new dynamic meaning.
In my seat, I observed a man and his wife in their eighties or nineties picking up his prescriptions. I watched the two pioneers approach the window with a bit of slower pace : ) As the man retrieved his prescriptions his wife put her hand on her husband’s back so he would not fall over. I heard her say to her husband “would you like me to hold your hand” and it was clear the man was not able to hold the prescriptions firmly so in a moment his wife gracefully carried the prescriptions for her husband instead. From where I was sitting I could not see them both fully and as they walked away I saw the wife had one arm.
The moment was quickly interrupted when a man approached the window demanding to know who much longer he would have to wait for his prescriptions and that he was too old for this #$%! This man was also provision of possibility for me. For I vary easily could have been that man and often times in my life have been that man AND today the words of Marcel Proust ring in my head as I recall my recent journey to the window: “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
Possibility presents itself to us in every moment in life through people, problems and places.