December 27th, 2020


“People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child—our own two eyes. All is a miracle.”
Thich Nhat Hanh, The Miracle of Mindfulness: An Introduction to the Practice of Meditation

Slowing down

South Brent at the bottom of Owley Beacon
South Brent at the bottom of Owley Beacon
Wisdom is not something we have to strive to acquire. Rather, it arises naturally as we slow down and notice what is already there. — Haemin Sunim

Everything is telling me to slow down.

It's my age.

Then again, I think there's a natural cadence to life and we rarely allow ourselves to let go and fall unconditionally into the moment. 

Instead, we're too busy trying to do.


Mostly we're seeking:

A better version of ourselves;

A more complete version of ourselves; or

Someone who's bagged a bushel of trophies.

But I don't know this and, as per normal, I'm making a series of sweeping generalisations. Shame on me.

Speaking personally though, I'll admit that 'slow' wasn't previously in my lexicon. It's a complicated story but there was (always) an overwhelming sense of lack and I felt that by doing, being on call to my inner monologue and trying to outwit the competition (as chortle worthy as it sounds), I'd grow into the person I was supposed to be.

It worked in part but, aged 43, I fell off the existential cliff and it's taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that: a) I'm mortal; and b) there's more to life than work — my drug of choice for so many years.

But you know all this.

What then does slowness offer us/me?

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