A bow to my friend Elif, who last week spoke the term, “unrushable.”
A bow to my friend Christina, who long ago differentiated “speed” from “pace”.
All of that to stir this Fall, Monday reflection in me.
I no longer want to move so fast, so often.
I no longer want to move as if trying to catch up from being behind.
Some days, sure.
But all days, no.
I want to move with natural and calm flow, the way the creek moves.
I want to open with satisfaction and joy, the way the sunflower opens.
It’s inner, all the subtle awarenesses.
It’s outer, all the human sustenance things.
A
joy
in
all.
