The spirit, by its very nature, is Slow.
….Carl Honore
ever remember a time when life moved sweetly? without haste and fear of not getting it all done? remember that feeling of the day moving endlessly, placidly, and mindfully? being in the moment may evoke our sweetest life memories…
At least once a day, stop long enough to allow yourself to be truly amazed by a tree, or a flower, or the sunlight dancing on land or sea. That is the sacred space, the place within us where we are witness to the ongoing miracles of life. And the more we are open to truly seeing them around us, the more we are able to truly feel them within us. Miracles are everywhere, all the time, waiting to be plucked by our awareness into the makings of a happy life…..Marianne Williamson
It comes as no surprise that those people who choose to pause at regular intervals report almost immediate effects in terms of personal well-being. William James is especially eloquent on this. “The transition from tenseness, self-responsibility, and worry, to equanimity, receptivity, and peace, is the most wonderful of all those shiftings of inner equilibrium- and the chief wonder of it is that it so often comes about, not by doing, but by simply relaxing and throwing the burden down.” Rhythmic creatures that we are, it makes sense that we should choose to do this in a predictable way, whether in the form of feasts or holy festivals, or at regular secular intervals. The pause is delicious in and of itself. But repeated, rhythmic pauses, like our contemporary weekend, pauses that can be anticipated and relied upon, are 10,000 times more precious…..Christian McEwen
absolutely……….sometimes, in the midst of a crazy day or a crazier week, I get an email from my brother, ‘meet you below the falls in five minutes’………. And just like that, I am somewhere else, breathing in the cold spray from high above, as laughter echoes off canyon walls. Even now, I close my eyes and hear the wonderful music that is bare feet on flat rocks. ❤ Thank you, my friend.
love this! the magic of our rhythms and our rememberings….may we dream into the in-between spaciousness…..hold lightly and sweetly Bobbie…..