Honouring Patience

Let’s take a moment to honour patience.

When I was little, I often heard that patience was a virtue.

If you know me, you know I’m usually the opposite - I get excited, I want to go a mile a minute, and slowing down doesn’t come naturally.

But this summer, I’ve been reminded (again and again) that life doesn’t always bend to our schedules. With kids home, you can’t control much. You learn to surrender. To trust. To let things be.

Even this afternoon, after trying every possible sitter so I could head to showings… it didn’t work out. So my kids are coming with me. I could get frustrated, or I can trust that it’s okay. Not something I’d want every day - but for this moment, it’s what it is. And that has to be enough.

That’s the deeper patience I’m learning: the kind that asks us to trust the process, to let things unfold in their own time, even when we can’t yet see how it’s all coming together.

It’s like planting a seed. You don’t see the growth right away, but beneath the surface, life is moving. Quietly. Steadily. Surely.

So let’s give ourselves permission to honour the space between the beginning and the becoming. To practice patience not as waiting, but as trusting.

And remember - you don’t have to hold that space alone. There’s a Village here to hold you through the in-between.

Together, we gather + we grow.