Quick – The world seems so fast today. Everything is quick – instant messages, e-mails, computers, and faxes. We drive faster than we ever did before. Workplaces want and expect instant results. Everything is high-speed. And that increases the demands and the stress level.
We get out of sync with our natural pace and rhythms. We lose touch with when we need to rest and slow down. And we miss so much – all the little details of the world. And to me, those are the details that make life worthwhile.
Rushing about, we miss so much that fills and breathes life into each moment. Birds, flowers, and the liquid gold of a sunset. Leaves dancing in the breeze, and the look of adoration in a puppy’s eyes. I don’t want to be moving so fast that I miss those moments.
And I want to honor the soft, slow rhythms of nature and of life. When I’m not in sync with those peaceful, natural rhythms, I can feel it in my body and in my soul. I feel “off” somehow.
For me, my previous job was continually high-paced and demanding. My body and soul cried out and yearned to slow down and move at my own pace. I spent years feeling out of sync, out of rhythm, and horribly stressed.
And then I lost my job in November 2013. And suddenly, my world slowed down. I could move at my own pace. I could watch the grass grow and hear the leaves sigh. I could savor the smell of citrus blossoms in the wind and hear the crickets play their lullabies. I could let my eyes go out of focus and not think at all. I could joyfully watch the sunlight play in the trees, and I could give my dogs belly rubs. I could take a nap when my body felt fatigued. No demands, no timetables, no rushing. I could move at my own pace and just Be.
I have now settled into a slow, peaceful existence. It might take me an hour to do what I used to do in five minutes. And you know something? I like that. It feels right. I feel more in sync with everything. I like slow.
Life and nature move at their own pace. You can’t hurry a tree or a flower. And so it is with me, as well. I now allow myself to move at my own pace. There is no hurry. I don’t have to be quick anymore. I can be at peace. And you know what I found? Everything still gets done.
I think it’s best when we honor the natural flow and stride of life and of ourselves.
What is your natural pace and rhythm?
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