Though the poem below is entitled “Walk Slowly,” the last ten days have ran very quickly for me. Much of that was being with my mates preparing and offering The Art of Hosting on Bowen Island, a small but beautiful section of it shown in this photo.
The next two weeks will also be full with upcoming events. I know during these times that my attention is on the events — it means I don’t blog in the rhythm of Monday – Thursday that I have been practicing.
So, for now, I love this poem, used during a circle on the second day at Bowen. To close a very well hosted set of simultaneous circles in groups of eight.
It only takes a reminder to breathe,
a moment to be still, and just like that,
something in me settles, softens, makes
space for imperfection. The harsh voice
of judgement drops to a whisper and I
remember again that life isn’t a relay
race; that we all will cross the finish
line; that waking up to life is what we
were born for. As many times as I
forget, to catch myself charging forward
without even knowing where I am going,
that many times I can make the choice
to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk
slowly in the mystery.