Saturday, May 04, 2013
Me at Lost Lake, Oregon. We took an impromptu trip up to Sisters, Oregon and I just had to stop here and play in the snow.
In this busy world of hustle and bustle, we take little to no time to stop and savor all the things that life provides us. We shuttle ourselves off and on the tram, to and from work, to the park to take care of the kids, and to a low-brow hamburger joint where we'll inevitably eat and slurp up carts of grease. It's an endless cycle too. Our children are going to try to out do our own out-doings.
But what if we tried to outdo ourselves by simply slowing down? What if we stopped to savor the earth beneath our feet and the veggies/fruits we put into our bodies? What if we just put life on slow-motion? Not everything is a race nor should it be. A garden is not planted and harvested in one day. Love is not formed within a matter of moments. A child is not raised in a mere year.
I have decided to take a stand and live a slow life, or as slow as I can. I've done well so far. I've created a garden by hand from nothing. I water it each day and pull the weeds from it. No sprouts yet, but we're in no hurry. I've been going on walks around town doing this and that, not having any real goals but still enjoying the jaunt. I work hard but take breaks so as to not tire myself out too quickly. I enjoy a cup of coffee every morning and don't start my day before hand. I sleep when I'm tired and eat (fresh) when I'm hungry. (I'm eating strawberries and potatoes with garden-fresh garlic chives and blossoms right this very second!) I smile at people even if they aren't receptive.
I think if everyone just slowed down a little bit each day we'd all be happier and healthier people.