"Waiting is the hardest part," explains Tom Petty and that's certainly one of life's great truths.

I'm in one of those waiting modes.

It sucks.

I'm waiting to hear back from people for work and there's not much I can do until they get back to me. So in the meantime I find myself waiting on inspiration to do creative things until the more mundane task of making money takes precedence when aforementioned people get back to me. The kids are coming this weekend and I'm excited about that but that's not until this weekend.

Yesterday I was sitting here as rain fell and clouds blocked the rising sun. It was dreary and damp and I was lonely for warm sunshine and celebration. When I let Goddess out, I heard a lone bird sitting on a wet branch singing to the top of its tiny lungs. Her song, full of vigor and happiness, was in stark contrast to the gloomy day.

So I stood with my head in the doorway listening to the bird's song. The fact that it was Palm Sunday popped into my head as I watched the rain drip from the Palm Tree with the oyster face, coconut bra and grass skirt.  Somehow the bird began to sing, "I really want to see you Lord but it takes so long ..."

Waiting is, indeed, the hardest part.

Then the funniest thing happened. The rain stopped. The winds died. The clouds blew to sea. The sun shone. The temperature rose like a dead man from the tomb. Suddenly and inexplicably it was on earth as it is in heaven.

And I celebrated!

Today, the sun remains though cold winds are back in anger. The temperature returned to the tomb. It seems heaven is no longer here but just over there somewhere. I wait its return. My heart is heavy with waiting. It takes so long my Lord ...

I look up with hope into the sunshine, the song of a bird remains in my heart though it has flown away, and see that Goddess is waiting too.

Suddenly I'm comforted with the fact that I'm not waiting alone.