Dear L,
I believe there is no such thing as patience.
I believe it is a myth propagated by the same people who told you
to sit straight and keep your hands your lap and both feet on the floor.
There is forbearance. There is love. There is getting through it.
In my experience, patience is some legerdemain,
some sleight of hand trick to quiet a too-active mind,
some "thing" that bends us to life-on-life's terms
and, as such is no bad thing but is not "the" thing.
Reach, rather, for grace which surrounds you
and for grit which you have in abundance
and know that I, for one, will never tell you to "have patience."
Rather, I will love you and wish you grace in these troubled times
and send you what energy I can sneak to Canada
across these ever-more-fortified-borders.
I believe there is no such thing as patience.
I believe it is a myth propagated by the same people who told you
to sit straight and keep your hands your lap and both feet on the floor.
There is forbearance. There is love. There is getting through it.
In my experience, patience is some legerdemain,
some sleight of hand trick to quiet a too-active mind,
some "thing" that bends us to life-on-life's terms
and, as such is no bad thing but is not "the" thing.
Reach, rather, for grace which surrounds you
and for grit which you have in abundance
and know that I, for one, will never tell you to "have patience."
Rather, I will love you and wish you grace in these troubled times
and send you what energy I can sneak to Canada
across these ever-more-fortified-borders.
