I am learning how to slow down. I am, admittedly, not very good at it.
We have all felt the persistent pang that time is running out or slipping away from us somehow. If you have children, you know exactly what I mean. There’s such foolish wisdom in that, isn’t there, because time is what we all have . . . right now. It is a gift we are given each day to make something of. It is impossible to find time, because you already have it.
I am learning.
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. Think of how often we tell our children to “hurry up” and yet they move along at their own pace, unaffected by the pressures we adults stress over.
I am learning from them.
Time ages us, infusing in us wisdom and beauty. Time is sacred. Each precious moment is strung together. We need to learn to savor them. It’s in the waiting, the silence, that we can begin to hear.
I am learning … and listening.
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.”