Rushing, zipping from event to event, place to place, deadline to deadline. I don’t want to go back to that.
I want to be in the individual moments and not rushing to get to the next one.
I am typing slow, so I can listen to the sound of my fingers touching the keys.
But there are still places to go, deadlines to meet, people to see, circumstances to navigate.
I can go through them differently. I don’t have to tell every negative story that surfaces in my mind.
I can acknowledge my feelings, and instead of criticizing myself or them,
I can ask them questions.
What are you here to teach me?
What do I need to get back to?
Do I need to heal or repair?
Do I need to seek more?
Listen for the answer, but then realizes who is given them. I am giving the answer to my
Questions and I can work my way towards help, or I can move towards service.
There is time for both. We need help; we need comforting, at times. At other times we need to
Serve, contribute, to help others when they need comfort and support.
We do this one moment at a time. One minute at a time. Sixty seconds at a time.
Then we can say thank you. For what we have. We can mourn that which we lost. We can hope
For what is to come.
Perhaps slow can be a solution and not a problem.