The words aren't flowing.

I've been feeling a little behind the eight ball these past few weeks. In my writing, laundry, finances, work (home and office) and nearly everything in between except my art, I feel like my body and spirit don't quite have the energy to catch up with what's in my head and what I want to get done.

Frankly, it's frustrating.

But I am heeding the message.

I am choosing rest and practicing the art of going slowly through gentle, intentional action.

It's what my body and spirit need.

“When we stop, we see that the world continues without us; sweet humility and gentle mindfulness bequeath the grace to stop, and see that it is good, there is no need to keep pushing.”

~ Wayne Muller, Sabbath

There is no need to keep pushing.

Gently, gently.

With Slow at the forefront...

.:. the rap-tap-tap of the woodpecker becomes an object of fascination

.:. intuition is heard

.:. stuff comes up for processing

.:. days feel more calm, and grounded

.:. there's time for bike rides and walks in the woods

.:. things get done

.:. time stands still

.:. the moon enchants

.:. the pine trees whisper

.:. food is savoured

.:. the morphing of the evening sky from ice to indigo becomes the best show in town

.:. $hit still happens, but

.:. flow happens too, which makes dealing with the former a lot easier

.:. conversations are had with complete strangers

.:. art gets made

.:. projects incubate

.:. moments unfold

This month's journey into Slow is being good to me.

Wishing you moments unfolding,

Stephanie