[pey-shuh ns]. Described on as,1) “the quality of being patient, as the bearing of provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like,” 2) “an ability or willingness to suppress restlessness or annoyance when confronted with delay,” and 3) “quiet, steady perseverance; even-tempered care; diligence.”

Patience is a lesson that is never-ending; it is something within us that is tested near daily; it can stir up countless emotions. It is also something I continue to wonder how well I display it. Whether waiting for the bus or waiting for answers as to what will happen come the Fall, patience is a virtue worth pursing.

A couple weeks back, I arrived at the cathedral as it was the day in which the sun casts an image of the rosette window on the opposite wall which forms a figure of eight. It is quintessentially Mallorquin, a must-see for anyone who lives on the island or for the tourist who happens to be visiting. Occurring only twice a year, on the 2nd of February and the 11th of November, it is a special sight to witness.

On the 2nd of the month, I arrived early to the cathedral in hopes of getting a seat that would permit a wonderful view of this effect. In a pew I sat, watching the minutes on my iPhone tick by and as the minutes came and went in which the reflection would appear, I began to see many people trickle out of the church thinking that it may not happen this year due to the cloudy morning. But there, twenty minutes after the time period in which it would normally appear, the window was set aglow and I saw the rosette reflected below its’ western counterpart.

On this morning, my patience was tested. I was near ready to walk out along with the many others who had given up on the idea of seeing the rosette effect, disappointed and annoyed with the misfortune of the poor weather and blaming myself for not going in November. But to my delight, there it all its brilliance the window glowed. While so minimal in the comparison of other things in which I am stretched in regards to patience, it is such a picture of what it’s like to wait. Isn’t it those moments when we are near the end of ourselves that we are surprised with beauty? That when we wait, and perhaps wait some more even, we often get more than we expected.



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