Patience: a poem
Grandpa worked in wood. It required patience.
He was an avid fisherman. I tagged along to row the boat.
It taught me patience.
Grandma was an elegant seamstress who created things of beauty. It took patience to create these masterpieces.
She was an excellent cook. I learned at her side.
It took patience.
My mother was an invalid. I learned patience.
My father was an intellectual and a scholar who worked in the real world then retreated to read. He had patience.
All my life I have been an Artist working in a myriad of mediums. It required my patience.
When I found Fiber & Fabric Art,
it took all my patience.
To practice Patience is to quiet the mind and the soul.
If Yoga and Tai Chi are meditations in motion,
then Fiber Art is minuscule movements and
tiny meditations in patience.
By watching others who are masters of it,
we practice centering. It is learned and passed on:
this gift of patience.