I think every one of us ought to have the “Slow, Children at Play” sign prominently displayed either in our rear view mirror, bathroom mirror, or on the front door – wherever you look when you rush through your day onto whatever you think is so importantly waiting for you. Children know how to handle time; how to mold it and shape it to their whimsy and imagination. They teach us that the only way to travel is slowly.
Time is sacred. It ages us, infusing in us wisdom and beauty. Each day is a blessing full of precious moments strung together. Some days I’m afraid of what I will miss if I blink.
That the race is not always to the swift;
That there is more to life
Than increasing its speed.
Into the branches of the towering oak
And know that it grew great and strong
Because it grew slowly and well.
And inspire me to send my roots deep
Into the soil of life’s enduring values
That I may grow toward the stars
Of my greater destiny.”