“Move slow,” she whispers.
“Come on, just move a little slower,” she insists.
“Slow down, please,” she pleads.
A phrase to bring peace, now a battle cry for change.
Has it ever really been in our nature to move slowly, or has it always been an active choice to look around and choose richness over rapidness?
Where now our nervous system are wrecked by emails and honking horns, we used to live in fear of starvation or the creatures lurking in the dark as we slept.
Has there ever really been a moment where choosing peace over worry was any simpler?
That’s the nature of cycles.
Not that anything becomes easier or harder, but rather the same lessons take new form.
The active choice to breathe where others chose to hold.
to dance when others chose to sit aside.
to create when robots take up spaces that used to be ours.
to raise children to run outside and play when the world tells you to keep them in.
No harder than celebrating despite the poor harvest
No riskier than singing praises when the wells ran dry
No more heartbreaking than the sound of a child’s cough when the weather was unkind.
Moving slowly in a time that demands we move faster.
A gift, a challenge, an invitation, and a hand reaching back into the past to say, “I am right here with you in the ever changing nature of it all.”
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