Slow Down You Move Too Fast!

This weekend I found myself frequently humming, “Slow down, you move too fast …”

Lately, it feels like life is moving too fast. A month feels like a week–a week, like a day.

Saturday night we really felt the effects of this.

My husband and I were supposed to attend a big fund raiser for my son’s school. As we got closer to the hour of the event, we realized we were tired. Really tired. Lay down and sleep for five days tired (and this is in spite of the fact that we’ve all been going to bed on time!).

So instead of donning our party clothes, we put on scarves and jackets and drove to a nearby nature preserve to watch Jupiter, Venus and the Moon–through a powerful telescope–dance in the dark night sky. Our entire family was in bed asleep by 9:00.

A parent I talked to the other night–who is also a teacher–agreed, “Things seem to be moving really fast; everything seems unusually intense right now.”

I saw a friend last night at an Indian restaurant who echoed our experience, “What’s going on? It feels like we’re all living at warp speed these days! Where’s the off switch?”

This past weekend I went to a Kundalini yoga workshop on living in uncertain times and our teacher affirmed, yes, things are moving faster (on every level) and they’re only going to continue to speed up.

When it feels like things are moving too fast, I rebel. I dig in my heels. I stop in my tracks. I stand still. And come home to myself–through my breath and often, through nature.

My brother lives in cabin in the woods in North Carolina; he sent me this haunting poem yesterday. I can’t get it out of my mind. It beckons me to find ways and moments in my week to step off the merry-go-round and just s-t-a-n-d  still.

Maybe it will do the same for you.

Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.~ David Wagoner ~

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