Patience With Ourselves

I don’t know whether I’m more impatient with the world and the people in it, or with my own impatience. When I’m impatient with the world and my people, the antidote, patience, feels like it softens striving. And more: patience with family, friends, the way things are, has a kind of alchemical quality. When it arises - in me or in anyone - everyone seems to relax, and to see and listen and care for each other just a little bit better. When I’m impatient with myself, the antidote o...