‘Go slow’, were words I often heard, and still do. I am(as told by wise others), trying to race through everything I do. It is the instant world, isn’t it ? ;-)
As a child, I raced through poetry recitation competitions, speaking at the speed of light. I never realized I was fast , but was aware that people asked me to slow down.
As a child I didn’t know when I rushed through a speech.
When I read a book, I had to finish it, right now , at this moment. So I speed read, I ate and read, read under the blanket with a flash light, read till the book was FINISHED. I needed to immerse myself in the experience, to know what happens in the end, so I gobbled up the books, I read and read and read. I knew I was fast and it was fun
In my painting class in college, I wanted to hurry and paint the best painting NOW. Only I couldn’t so I quit
Now, in my Yoga class my teacher points out, how rushed my movement it. In my Quran reading class, my teacher says the same, am running and running, in my movement, my speech and thought.
I worry about a hundred things that haven’t happen. Thoughts at the speed of lightning.
And what does all this hurrying, this being super fast do ? If we’re so fast, we end up dizzy, with the world spinning around us and us grappling with finding a solid footing. It’s fun too, it’s a frenzy but it isn’t real and we don’t move forward (with much ease anyway).
Why do we rush ? Sometimes the moment scares us. It’s best hurried though and its done. We rush, as sometimes we think this moment is boring. we rush because we want the difficult part to end quickly and the result to be brilliant – quickly. And it is sometimes.
But it isn’t always. A rushed painting doesn’t have layers of colour that make the sun more real and the water appear deep.
A rushed speech will never touch the hearts of its listeners.
Read super fast and we miss the beauty of the verse, or that timeless eternal line. And the book itself will soon be forgotten.
And that is never the aim.
Beauty, Inspiration, Wisdom, Kindness, Grace is the aim and this is ever-present in the moment.
So I finally began to notice – this moment.
The softness of slow speech and thought that makes us more conscious of what we say and how, of how we truly listen and learn to be there, be compassionate and kind.
The moment shows us- the grace of slow movement and the elegance and strength it brings.
The attention to detail in all that we do that makes the way enjoyable and in time the goal too.
The strength of courage, the resilience of hard work, the determination to go on. All these lay in the moment.
The breath, its ability to calm us, to bring peace and joy anywhere comes with conscious attention, with breathing slowly, gracefully, rhythmically.
Slowing down is beautiful.