Patience

On a walk a few days ago in the Peace Sanctuary, I started thinking about patience – mostly, I guess, because that’s what I saw all along the trail. I saw it in the calmness of the trees, standing sedately and steadily, as some of them surely have for dozens of years.

I also saw patience in the layers of leaves on the ground, leaves that seemed to be just staying behind, lying back, and waiting around for nature to choose its path.

And there was patience in the shadows – of the trees, and of a solitary picture-taker sometimes called Hammy. Shadows simply stay where they are, peacefully waiting for the shadow-makers to move, and Hammy was blessed this morning to be among so many unflustered, coolheaded shadows.