I did little blogging last year due to my work schedule. After a long period of hurried pressure and working through weekends for months on end, it feels almost unnatural to let down and rest up. Resting requires patience. I wonder if patience comes naturally to anyone, or if it is a learned virtue for all of us?
For me, patience is like a house. If I can enter it and feel its quiet space around me, I start to feel better. January is a good time to have patience for winter storms, new and difficult beginnings, tougher subjects in one's school or life curriculum. Sometimes I turn to certain Buddhist writers when I feel the need to be reminded that patience is a sign of strength. My poem below is a result of recent reading and realizing that sometimes being still is the hardest thing to do.
May your new year continue, with peace and patience.