I suppose I already knew it, but it’s good to be reminded. Margaux began a week of summer school theatre classes. I asked to see the end project. It was just a short film clip to show some emotion. I had never really seen her argue before. She was indeed acting. Thinking about it later, of course they would have been directed to this. Anger is always the easiest. The quickest trip. The path cleared with the worded blade. And unfortunately, that remains so true in our day to day lives. 

Wielding our knives, we so easily remove the protective sheaths of kindness.  The subtle acts of wonder and curiosity, even thinking. I, too, can make the leap far too easily. Aaaaah, patience. I urge it to come walk beside me, even when it has already made the offer, already stood waiting…patiently. I laugh at the irony, me trying to rush patience itself. So I stop. I listen. 

Answers don’t come with the speed of bullet, at the cutting of a blade. Anger is not a path. Will there be acting? Of course. Not pretending, but acting, acting like it all matters. Because it does, doesn’t it? Don’t we? Matter? We’re all listening for this reply. I still have to believe the answer is a resounding yes. A yes that waits for us to join its path. Patiently.