This winter I have spent a fair amount of time sitting next to the window, camera in hand and zoomed out as far as I dared for clarity, waiting for a cardinal or a blue jay to come by, land in the forsythia bush in just the right light for me to see their vibrant color. I have not tracked the time I’ve spent there and that’s probably a good thing! (There are “to do’s” a-waiting.) But recently I did get what seems to me a good picture of a boy cardinal – its bright red feathers set off nicely against the background of yellow twigs lit from behind by the winter sun. Capturing this photograph took patience, but I was able to give it, to give time to be attentive.
Today another kind of patience was called for, and I was not able to give it. This kind of patience is that bearing of provocation or annoyance without complaint, loss of temper or irritation. Maneuvering slowly on a street in Newton that should have been moving along swiftly, I found myself behind a car with its right blinker on, pausing at each driveway it passed, but not turning. Four or five driveways later I had reached the end of my rope and honked; and the car behind me honked. If the driver in front of me was confused, then these blares from behind were of no help. I failed to bear the annoyance without complaint; I was irritated. So tonight I’m trying to figure out where in this situation, patience could have been “the attentiveness of gratitude.” As I think back it might have been “I see you’re confused; I’m glad that at this moment I know where I’m going. I hope you find your way.” Had I done so, the driver would not have been set on edge, and neither would I. Sounds like a better solution. Maybe I need to see others as that brightly hued bird I patiently waited for.
(I posted a few new pictures)