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What the trees teach us about waiting

A slower way to notice the season you are in, without needing to rush it along.

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There is something about trees that makes me question our obsession with hurry. They don’t seem particularly concerned with whether they are growing fast enough. A tree doesn’t look at the one beside it and wonder if it should have more branches by now. It doesn’t decide that winter is taking too long. It doesn’t pull at its own leaves in an attempt to make spring arrive sooner. It simply continues, growing when there is light, resting when there isn’t, and letting go when it is time to let go-and beginning again. We are not nearly as good at this.  We live in a culture that makes waiting feel like a problem to solve. We want answers. We want progress. We want to know what’s next.  If something isn’t happening, we assume we should be doing something about it.  So we push, we plan. We fill the silence. We try to hurry ourselves into the next version of our lives. But what if some seasons aren’t asking us to move forward? What if they’re asking us to stay awhile? There is a difference between being stuck and being still. Being stuck can feel like resistance. Stillness feels different. Stillness has room in it. It allows us to notice what we might miss when we’re constantly trying to get somewhere else. A tree in winter can look almost lifeless. But underneath the surface, things are still happening. Roots remain. Energy is being conserved. The tree is not failing because we cannot see its growth. Maybe we need to remember that about ourselves. There are times when our own growth is invisible. We may not have a new plan. We may not have figured everything out. We may simply be tired. And perhaps that doesn’t mean we’re falling behind. Perhaps we’re in a season of becoming that doesn’t need to be witnessed yet. We don’t have to bloom all the time. I think we sometimes make mindfulness another thing to be good at: another goal, another way to improve ourselves. But maybe the practice is much simpler than that. Maybe it’s noticing where we are without immediately deciding that we should be somewhere else. If you’re in a season of uncertainty, can you let yourself be there? If you’re waiting for something to change, can you resist the urge to fill every moment with activity? If you’re tired, can rest be enough? And if you’re growing in ways that no one else can see, can you trust that something is still happening? The trees don’t need to explain their seasons. Neither do we. There is a kind of wisdom in allowing life to have its own timing.  Not passive resignation, not giving up, just a willingness to stop pulling at the branches. You can stop demanding that tomorrow arrive today, and stand where you are for a moment and notice: This is the season I’m in. Maybe there is something here I haven’t noticed yet. Maybe waiting isn’t empty after all. Maybe it is simply a quieter kind of growth. ⸻ A small practice The next time you find yourself impatient with where you are, step outside if you can. Find a tree. Don’t try to learn anything from it. Just look. Notice its shape. Its age. The direction its branches reach. What it has lost. What is beginning to grow. Then take a few slow breaths and ask yourself: What if I don’t need to rush this? What might be growing that I can’t see yet? And for just a few minutes, let the answer be: I don’t know. There is more freedom in those words than we sometimes realize.