Today I thought about patience.
My husband and I were driving to a picnic when we were stopped by a sign regulating traffic through a tunnel.
My stomach was doing my thinking when a little harrumph leaked out. As an early childhood educator, patience is a virtue I help young children practice daily, so honesty prompted me to admit the ridiculousness of my impatience. When exercising a bit of patience, I was able to divert attention from my protesting stomach, and the mechanic monitor, and feast my eyes instead on the waterfalls trickling down riveted, glacier-carved walls like icing on a warm Bundt cake.
Revering in the patience nature needed to create this tour de force, as well as the patience labourers exercised while carving a passage through it, the clock zeroed out and the signal turned green, indicating the mouth of the tunnel had cleared of oncoming traffic. It was time for us to go but I could have sat there far longer, hungry still, but lost in thought, aligning myself closer with the rhythms of nature, and appreciating how practicing patience has the ability to channel negative energy into a positive experience.
"Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience." Ralph Waldo Emerson