On Waiting Rooms
We spend whole chapters of our lives in waiting rooms, and almost none of us know what to do with them.
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We spend whole chapters of our lives in waiting rooms, and almost none of us know what to do with them.
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Moses turns aside to look at a bush that will not stop burning — and I wonder how often I walk past my own.
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An old woman. A granddaughter. A jar of buttons that holds more than anyone bargained for.
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A few small, deliberate ways to actually rest when the season invites it — and we keep refusing.
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I have been confidently wrong about how long things take for my entire adult life, and I see no signs of improvement.
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