For the Spiritual Thursday prompt this month, Robert Hamera asks, ‘How then do we slow down?,’ especially in the midst of our challenging world and its rapid changes. How do we not get caught up in the franticness of what is going on around us? Check out his thoughtful reflections on this theme, and read the comments on his post for links to other writers and their responses.
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The very question “How then do we slow down?,” implies that we should slow down – and I totally agree. I have lived with myself long enough to know almost instantaneously when I am becoming too immersed, wound up, caught up in an overwhelming situation – and that everything I am doing is not helping to ‘solve’ whatever is wrong. How do I recognize this? I feel it in my body, recognizable in my inability to sit still, my pinball attention span, my reckless cravings for sugar and salt, and my general fatigue that is not nourished by a nap. Most painfully, I hear it in my voice, flagged by my short-tempered, rapid, sometimes sarcastic exchanges with loved ones. All these signs tell me that I have let larger, unsettled challenges take center stage inside me, at the expense of myself. I need to stop. Slow down. Breathe. Put aside whatever the BIG UGLY is, and take care of me. Give myself space.
What fills me with awe is that when I give myself space – permission to slow down, to not focus on the overwhelming but instead center on that which is right there in front of me – the challenges become less so. Always. I take myself out of the equation, and, in so doing, I fortify myself. Always.
I read this Bible passage, recently –
But do not ignore this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like one day. - 2 Peter 3:8 (NRSV)
I find this verse both formidable and calming. It is a paradox. To me, it says – live with the understanding that what we do will echo through time, live with the understanding that this time in which we live is not the center of everything or anything, live with the understanding that what we do today matters very much, live with the understanding that what we do matters not at all. Yes, and.
It is definitely helpful to spend time in quiet meditation after reading that!
As a retired teacher, I am able to heed the need for slowing down on a much more regular basis. It is amazing to have this time and space, to quiet myself enough to be more fully present. An introvert by nature, it is a joy to begin my day very slowly and quietly. The first moments of my day are spent in quiet contemplation, with journaling and readings, a mix of meditations, prayer, and poetry.
I try to slow down enough to write a poem from my journaled musings, to ‘catch my thoughts.’ Here is the poem I wrote this morning, as I studied a tree outside my window. I think it fits quite nicely with this theme of “slowing down.” (I wish I had taken a photograph of this tree in the morning light – perhaps I will tomorrow morning, and add it to this post.)
to be last autumn turning to winter bowing offering genuflecting the ground is cold and brown all the leafing trees are bare except this one dear oak who holds tight unable to let go the morning sun mingles and kisses dazzling her leaves a bright amber her branches yield to the rippling wind and offer a friendly wave, as if to say hello! good to see you! this one dear oak is nestled by three evergreens, who she towers above yet leans into resting on the conifers’ shoulders conversing affectionately, whispering you are who I want to be near is she keeping her plumage to be like her friends, the evergreens? is she aware that others have moved on? it is both pleasure and precious to be last secret lives of trees? not really they are lived in the open if we only we pause to see
Maureen, our bodies do tell us when it is time to slow down. We don’t always listen and yes, as you say, when we stop and breathe problems don’t seem as insurmountable as they were earlier. I am struck by the last lines of your poem,
“secret lives of trees? not really
they are lived in the open
if we only we pause to see”
We need to take that lesson and live our lives openly and honestly not hiding behind false smiles and insincere remarks. How different things would be.
Thank you for finding this lesson within my writing – yes, we all need to live our lives more openly and honestly.
Maureen for some reason my comment didn’t post. I’ll try again.
Our bodies do tell us when it is time to take a breath and slow down. We need to listen . It is true that when we take a step back, slow down and breathe problems don’t seem as insurmountable as they did before.
The last lines of your poem really spoke to me:
“secret lives of trees? not really
they are lived in the open
if we only we pause to see”
If we all lived our lives in an open way accepting each other as who they are what a different world we would be living in.
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I look forward to retirement when I can have slow mornings. Now I get up really early and write and walk before I rush to get off to school. Thanks for your poem that asks me to pay attention to the trees. They know we are watching them.
Margaret, it sure sounds as if you are managing your day beautifully for “slow down” time, despite the pace of work. I remember those early morning walks before school, and early morning writing. I love the idea that trees know we are watching them – which implies they are watching us! love it
Oh, the luxury of time to ponder, and the wisdom to take the time when needed! Still working here, so I get up extra early to squeeze in that quiet, slow-ish time before preparing for the workday and the looming list of tasks it entails, especially at this time of year.
I love your poem about the tree. We have a very large old oak in our backyard that draws the birds and squirrels into our yard and feeder. I love to stand at the kitchen window and watch them–that is my moment of slowing down.