Slowing for winter

January 15, 2011

I woke up this morning. In a cold house.

Thinking of things of winter.

While I searched for slippers. Under the bed.

Everything slows in this season.

Except for us.

We continue to rush. Out of step.

With the circular sun journey.

I contemplate stopping.

Taking a hint from the cyclamens biding their time.

Sending careful shoots but not yet flowers.

Do less. Expect less. Be more.

Give ourselves time to breathe and renew.

And drink chai. With John O’Donahue’s words.

Tucked under our arm.

You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.


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