Patience is one virtue which I am truly lacking right now. But I won’t go into that and bore you with the details. Instead, I invite you to adopt the pace of nature. For she is a wonderful teacher. And her secret is patience.
She does not rush things but waits until every petal unfolds in perfection.
From seeds to flowers and back again, the cycle is repeated, in its proper time, in its appropriate season …
Summer is slowly dying and autumn is creeping in. Subtly. Secretly. There is a slight shift in the nature of the lift – it is softer, more golden. The shadows are longer. The nights are cooler.
The crickets have ceased their song and the fields lie in wait for the life-giving rain. Sometimes dark clouds gather and the thunder growls.
I long for the storm to break. I will it to break. But she whispers in my ear that she is in control. And her secret is patience.
I feel myself sigh, my tension relax. A measure of serenity returns. I tell myself that there is beauty in every season.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Location: wild-flowers – Missouri and Utah (USA); storm clouds – Malta