I have this fortune from a Chinese restaurant that sits on my windowsill in the bathroom. I keep it there as a reminder, a directive, a swift kick, a chance to pause and reevaluate my situation. It reads: "He who hurries cannot walk with dignity." Gasp, choke.
Now really, how many moms of three young kids with a husband, a business, a side career, a dog, a cat, 8 chickens, a house under construction, several gardens, acres to mow, etc. etc, doesn't hurry every now and again?
But as the years go by I find the hurrying gets me nowhere but back to the beginning and so flip-flopped all upside-down-like inside that I often embarrass myself as I did last Saturday at the market, talking with an acquaintance (who by the way is the HR director for a big marketing firm in the city where I'm showing my stuff in a couple of days--gasp again). I was so overly fatigued that I wasn't making sense, I sounded like a bit of an idiot, and at times was even having trouble formulating sentences. Oh yes, it was that bad.
So as this blog often serves as a place where I center myself, slow down and find out what's really inside, today again is one of those days, where I invite you to see the stillness of our surroundings and the treats that are everywhere. I bet they exist where you are too. Go take a look.
And thanks for letting me indulge.