“Permission to Live a Slow Life”
You were not meant
To live a life of
Rushing
Fretting
Grasping
Forcing,
A wheel hooked up to a crank
That churns all day and night,
The Crushing Infinite.
NO.
There is a space of cumulus clouds.
The scent of lilac,
The thrill of touch,
And surrender to silence
And something beyond.
Flow into slowness.
Here now.
~Sj
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Photo mine.
Published by shellypruittjohnson
My name is Shelly Johnson, and I am a writer and philosopher with a Ph.D. in philosophy. I write about four basic truths which help us develop confidence and resilience. These truths are that we are worthy, capable, connected, and called to adventure.
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Gorgeous photo and words, sweet reminders for a busy world!
Such kind words, anotetohuguette! Thank you!
Thank you so much, Kim! These are words I am definitely trying to remember myself. I get really caught up in busyness sometimes.
Very beautiful and true! There is so much joy and beauty Here & Now.