I’ve always been told that amongst all the qualities an evolved human can possess, patience is supreme. After all, it’s been around in human consciousness for a while as the saying goes, “Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can seldom in a woman, never in a man,” although I’m not sure if I agree with the latter. See, my man happens to have a peculiar streak of patience. He can sit back and relax while others argue, not feeling the need to convince or control. And although he cares, he can just chill while everyone worries about the next snowstorm, economic downturn or even the end of the world for that matter! And I wonder if it is this streak that has got him on the road to soap making.
You see, after soap is made, it needs to sit. Just chill. Not hibernate for months like a bear, thank goodness. But it’s got to cure for a month at least (unless it’s a pure Olive Oil soap, which takes much longer.) Making soap takes patience, which I’m learning as part of the soapmaking house. I refrain from using it as soon as it’s made no matter how tempting. I watch it like a child gazing into a confectioner’s shop, wondering about those chocolate covered delights that he can’t have until he’s big enough to learn self-restraint.