Even With Myself
Patience is not simply the ability to wait - it's how we behave while we're waiting.
Ever have one of those days when you wake up irritable? No cause that you can put your finger on until later, maybe after you’ve surgically removed someone’s face with your words with a furor that surprises even you? Today, for some reason, I am aware of the sensation before I can inflict any verbal harm on anyone. Is that progress? Maturity? Who knows?
I am at home. I love my home…my little cottage…warts and all. I know the front door is sticking and there are some cracks in the ceiling, but I also know that geologically, in Irving, that is what is going to happen until I can save the money for the next phase of magic subterranean supports for the foundation. Meanwhile, especially right now, I will just hang some tinsel in the cracks and reflect on the beautiful opportunity presented.
But being at home, all the time, socially DISTANCED, for Pete’s sake, is taking its toll. I miss people. I miss hugs. I want this madness to end, or at the very least, morph into something that will allow me to serve and provide comfort and hear stories. Because I have had time to catch this surge of emotion before I could do damage, I recognize it for what it is. Virtues are hard…even saints struggled with theirs. Patience is one that I have cultivated my whole career…you must have patience when working with little humans…and not-so-little ones, too. I will take many deep breaths today, hyperventilating, if necessary, in order to manifest Patience.
It is another good thing about wearing a mask…no one can see your facial expressions.
