Slowly

It was deliberate, an intentional slowdown and what better day to do that than Sunday? I took the time to enjoy life letting it wash over me, or maybe enfold me, is a better way to put it. I let it be. Let life do what it wanted. I gave it freedom to create...and in so doing I created it in turn. I took the time to go to places I haven't been before and got lost in nature for a time and I left my worries far behind, if only for a time.

I've not had the time to slow down over the last few weeks, I've not had the luxury of doing so is more to the point I suppose. It's been fast-paced and there's been little margin for error. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't begun to affect my mood and attitude, hence the need for a slowdown; I was feeling out of control.

I've found that if I fail to slow myself down enough, especially in times of duress, I simply don't function as well as I would like to, or need to. It's easy to get caught up in the day to day happenings thinking one is being productive but something always suffers. Slowing down provides enough of a pause to gather my thoughts, recharge a little then get back to the task, no matter what it may be.

Sunday afforded me the opportunity to slow down and I realised, as I sat there with my partner well away from others and lost in a natural place, I'd been missing the scenery that passes me by as I was going too fast; I mean, I'd been missing the moments in life that help me make sense of who I am, where I'm going and why I want to go there. Without seeing those things clearly, feeling them, I always feel directionless.

I had the Sunday I desperately needed: Conversation on small things, holding hands, a shared lunch and walk in the woods. We sat and breathed fresh air, opened ourselves to the planet around us and slowly we felt peace seep in and begin to nurture us; we found a rejuvenation of body, mind and soul.

Becca 💗