I’ve never been able to master patience. For me, “waiting patiently” typically amounts to an exercise in finding ways to avoid spontaneous internal combustion. Sudoku is a good remedy, as can be reading or getting lost in a song.
At the Salt Lake City Living Traditions Festival this past weekend, watching this young woman weave intricate patterns into a length of cloth – one fine row of thread at a time – made me impatient. She was so “in the zone” that I’m pretty sure she had lost track of where she was and how long she’d been there. This, to me, seemed a merciful condition.
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