One of the expressions of impatience is haste, a more everyday occurrence, and often valued by our societies where speed is synonymous with productivity and therefore financial gain.
Precipitation is the energy at work behind our gestures, our words, our thoughts. In these three spheres of manifestation, precipitacy is actually a renunciation.
A renunciation of care, or an ignorance of the very possibility of care.
Care in our gestures, actions, care in our words, and care given to our thoughts. Isn’t care the true material that constitutes what is strangely called—I’ve never understood or liked this expression—mindfulness, a mature art and the material of what we call mindfulness?
The care we give to the object, words, thoughts—care is nothing other than love.…Caritas.
Allowing the body and mind to care for what each encounter is to give, to bring forth love, thus in every gesture, every word, every thought.
This impatience, this suffering, which also includes anger, contempt, backbiting, brutality, and aggression, is, in fact, a shortcut to stupidity.
This impatience stems from ignorance of the greater.
Ignorance of the possibility of something greater, ignorance of the existence of an infinite that knows, the one in whose presence, as soon as we surrender to it, impatience disappears and gives way to care, to love.
In concluding this text, I am reminded of the quote from Thérèse of Lisieux: « From the moment I pick up a pin with love, I begin to save souls. »
Notes & Silence 