"And yet, from my window, I cannot tell who voted for whom. I cannot see party affiliation stitched onto hats. I cannot discern who loves whom, who prays where, or who fears what. I see people moving along a river."
Thank you for this! It's exactly what I've been needing to hear. I especially love, "In a world obsessed with speed, dominance, and winning, he chooses persistence." I might just have to write that down somewhere so I can refer back to it!
I am reminded of a time in my teens (in the late 1970's) when I was waiting tables (in your neck of the woods - Ridgefield WA!) and I witnessed an elder man walk VERY slowly through the busy restaurant toward the restroom. I was so taken by taking him in that I made a "poetry note" about it, something about imagining slowing down in life like that. There I was in my young body somehow knowing this person was experiencing the world at a.. different speed? Now I am 63 and I am currently walking with the help of a cane --to get where I need to go, to do what I need to do, to get my steps in, for health, for sanity. Sometimes I walk around my in-laws pond, sometimes I do walking meditation ala Thich Nhat Hanh.. and now I will sometimes think of the old man you describe and the one who transported me so many years ago. Thanks!
"And yet, from my window, I cannot tell who voted for whom. I cannot see party affiliation stitched onto hats. I cannot discern who loves whom, who prays where, or who fears what. I see people moving along a river."
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Thank you for this! It's exactly what I've been needing to hear. I especially love, "In a world obsessed with speed, dominance, and winning, he chooses persistence." I might just have to write that down somewhere so I can refer back to it!
Thank you, sweet friend. We just need to keep walking. Love you!
I am reminded of a time in my teens (in the late 1970's) when I was waiting tables (in your neck of the woods - Ridgefield WA!) and I witnessed an elder man walk VERY slowly through the busy restaurant toward the restroom. I was so taken by taking him in that I made a "poetry note" about it, something about imagining slowing down in life like that. There I was in my young body somehow knowing this person was experiencing the world at a.. different speed? Now I am 63 and I am currently walking with the help of a cane --to get where I need to go, to do what I need to do, to get my steps in, for health, for sanity. Sometimes I walk around my in-laws pond, sometimes I do walking meditation ala Thich Nhat Hanh.. and now I will sometimes think of the old man you describe and the one who transported me so many years ago. Thanks!
Life moves so quickly, doesn’t it? I swear we were in our late teens just a few years ago. Thank you for being here, Denise.