Everything around me slowed down,
But I had not.
I could tell because I wasn’t absorbing
The sounds and smells and textures
Of the day.
I know because, on some level,
There’s a part of me who has been it all
And done it all, before.
I know there’s truly no hurrying to go anywhere,
Because there’s no where to go.
There’s still this animal part of me
That’s itching to be in a hurry
That’s anxious about tomorrow.
I can see it all. I can accept this part of me,
And I don’t even have to worry about it.
Pictures Herbarium, 2011, Gunilla Lagerhem Ullberg (b 1955), shown at the Slow Art Exhibit in Stockholm 2012.
How much more slowly can I go? I am teasing myself with this idea, out of curiosity. It’s too tempting to speed ahead, but now is the perfect time to breathe deep, take a moment longer reading. Take a moment for myself.