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As a parent, patience is something you can never have too much of. My lessons in cultivating this have continued for decades. Each time I believe myself sufficiently patient,another life story comes my way.
I was waiting for a taxi to take me from one city event to the next. I was already late and there wasn't an empty taxi in sight. The corners were lined with people also waiting, as I asked for help. Inner guidance walked me to another block that I'd not have previously considered.
As I ran, a bicyclist's yellow jacket caught my eye. Her face came into focus, I recognized it to be the smiling one of a colleague arriving home from work. As my anxiety poured forth, she took charge, looking for her Taxi Magic app and more reliable service to my dinner date. 
I'd like to say that the taxi arrived immediately but, it didn't. I still arrived late although no longer anxious  What I've learned about that episode from this morning's journaling was invaluable. But,that's another story.

 I'm reminded of being with a young student/friend this weekend on a quest to replace a wooden figure eaten by her little dog. It was a sunbird but, she now wanted a dragon. Her mom and I had taken her through several stores with no success. She sensed the expedition coming to a close and lamented:
"I need a miracle."  
"I have a photo of a sign that was around the corner from your home. A cardboard sign that read, Need A Miracle."
I showed it to her and suggested another store, Tibetan, that was nearby.
She searched and eventually found her miracle, a small wooden Dragon that she immediately loved.
"I found a miracle, I found a miracle," she chanted walking by a large statue of Ganesh.
"I need a miracle, too," I said aloud, following her lead.
And from what I thought to be Ganesh's mouth but, turned out to come from the woman kneeling before him, came the answer, "Pray."
"Pray," she repeated, in case I missed the message.