Where did the time go?
November 2, 2009
Yesterday my sister and I spent eight hours out and about. Because we turned the clocks back an hour, the day had a non-rushed feel to it. We worked out at the gym, had lunch at our favorite pizza haunt, went to the movies and shopped. Although we were on the town all day, we never once felt rushed, stressed or overwhelmed. We lived in flow, allowing our time together to be balanced, joyful and amazing.
At the end of the day, after laughing our heads off at her neighbor’s house about nothing really (there was a dart gun and a few stray Halloween decorations involved), we slipped into a delightful, dreamless sleep, knowing we had lived the slow in the most powerful way.
Slow means to be mindful. We can be enriched by the simple things in life that remind us what is truly important: connection with each other on this fabulous road to discovery. In the process, what you find is your truest self.