deep in the recesses of our minds lives a natural state of coherence. it persists underneath the noise and clamor of the everyday. it outlasts any negativity, any spiral of thought, any deterministic projection or controlling enmity….
it’s rare we speak with conviction and power, save the plentiful moments when we’ve reached the end of our ropes, when something has triggered us; when we are primarily reactive and defensive, rather than in our truth, strength, and vulnerability….
no time is wasted. while we employ its linear concept to organize and plan and schedule our lives, it doesn’t really factor in to the grand scheme of all things….
it seems only too often i let the old program of “what am i doing with my life?” permeate my presence. i think it’s a malevolent, manipulative and entirely unnecessary quantification we drag along in our culture….
we’re busy. a lot of us are mad busy. a lot of us hide in busy to pretend to be on purpose, or to avoid actually pursuing it. doesn’t matter. this post is about slowing down….