I am a seedling 🌱 I have no need to rush. Growing, I grow slow.
When I read a book, I take in each word, each moment, each scene. When I practice guitar, I slow down ~ do one chord, one pluck at a time. Over and over, and soon… I’ve got it.
Slowing down gives me more time, more life. I do things thoroughly, fully, and thus ~ joyfully.
Being in a rush never gave me more of anything. I cannot think back on any memories in my life, saying “oh, that time, when I rushed… I remember it all.” There aren’t such moments.
And I’ve even slowed down eating, to great surprise and pleasure.
Eating slowly has brought immense flavor into my life.
I chew unhurriedly, savoring sauces, textures, and spices. Sweet, salty, creamy, crunchy 🍜 Warm, chilled, or with a Cajun kick. Sour is fun– how long can you go? Spicy is daring– how much can you take?
Eating has taken a whole new meaning since slowing down. Food has gathered several new dimensions. I no longer eat to survive, to stuff, to scarf.
Food has become an experience ~ intimate, varied, delightful, and satisfying.
What was once just another part of life has become a practice to look forward to. And even on my most challenging days, I have this. I can taste fully, quietly, privately… Or share a plate with a friend.
I’ve learned to slow down. I’ve learned to savor fully.