There's a variety of characters to meet on this road I'm traveling to cultivating patience. In those dull moments bereft of activity: There's Calm. There's Smug Satisfaction (i.e., "Dang I'm being so patient right now!") There's Fear. Doubt. Guilt. My favorite is Inspiration. I'm bored and irritated on a crowded dirty subway train folks elbowing each other and ZAP! I'm struck by the beauty of this or that gesture or vivid color or kind or funny word. The key phrase for me in the reading is "patience is a kind of acceptance." Am I getting towards being with the blank moments before Inspiration pops up? I also find it interesting that the author's vision of patience is very female. For me, perhaps because I'm a woman, I find it more embodied by male energy.
On Oct 7, 2011 Melissa wrote on Fool Realization, by Steve Bhaerman:
AND this reading ends wtih something comedic --The author apparently took the name "Beyondananda! " Hee hee!