… Bob Dylan, in a 1960 interview with Rolling Stone*, 28-years-old and already looking back sagely:
“Boy, I hurried… I hurried for a long time. I’m sorry I did. All the time you’re hurrying, you’re not really as aware as you should be. You’re trying to make things happen instead of just letting it happen. You follow me?”
It’s Christmas! People are scurrying to buy last minute presents, fit in all the family and friend gatherings, attend concerts and church events, and deal with the crazy weather predictions.
Slowing down and letting it happen might be a challenge but it may also be the answer to enjoying the Holidays. Letting yourself be more aware of and present to your experience.
Slowing down as in noticing your breathing. Slowing down as in tasting that cookie you’re eating. Relaxing, knowing you’ll get to the next place in perfect time. Slowing down and smiling at those around you.
My wish for you: May your Holidays unfold in perfect peace, with love, and anchored in the knowing that it is all happening perfectly.
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Your post reminds me how grateful to be where I am. I have never hurried less. I am doing less than I can do on a daily basis. And now the only paved road to anywhere is closed because of the dramatic flooding tin his area, so I CAN’T go anywhere! How lucky am I?! I have a reliable solar system, so I have electricity and internet. My nearby town, Leavenworth, Washington, is famous for their Christmas light display. The grid electric was down because of the storm, so the Christmas lights, and the whole town, was dark. I could see the stars much better. I feel lucky that all my needs are met so beautifully. My heart goes out to everyone whose needs are not met. Let’s all do less than we can do. Relief.
And my wish for you is the same……peace and love!!
I have a tree in my front yard wrapped in these beautiful lights. I soak up its beauty in the middle of the night. A blue spruce once 2 feet high. I listen to the ticking of my clock remembering how I could hear grandmother Bagby’s tick away as a child waiting for my mother to return for me. And I embrace my life in “family”. Merry Christmas. I love you