About Patience...

Patience has spirit. Patience climbs trees. Patience spots mermaids in the rain when everyone else is too busy to notice them, whizzing by in their everyday routines. Patience grants butterflies' wishes. Butterflies live forever in the mind of patience. It sees them as evidence of nature's creativity and encouragement, and not as summer nuisances.

Patience does not let anger overtake it. It's calm and rational in difficult situations. Sometimes life is devoid of the fantasy of mermaids and the nature of butterflies, the beauty of rain and the charity of wishes. And some things are so cruel and merciless that they should make patience angry. But it never allows that to happen. There's always a big tree between self-righteous anger and righteous anger and it's one that's difficult to climb in emotional situations.

I always feel bad for getting upset even if its just on the inside. I never express it outwardly. I can imagine how miserable it must be for people who do. Patience trains itself not to keep its opinions inside. Instead it keeps inside the bitterness and jealousy and self-righteousness that often comes with the conflict of opinion.

Patience never raise its voice. Its always composed and reasonable, even when faced with moral paradoxes. It never succumbs to it's own confusion.

Elaine 06