Five Minute Friday. Free-writing for five minutes on a given topic. Community link-up here – join us!
She texted me, “No rush!” And something inside me breathed again. How many times do I rush, rush, rush? Do I hurry, hurry, hurry? And I hurry making myself harried. I rush and become rash.
Instead, slow. What would slow look like in the midst of a rushing world? I think it feels like a wide open blue sky space when you’ve been walking through a torrential downpour. It’s like a quiet pond with a comfortable bench so you could perch and rest awhile. It gives time for soul work.
“A Quiet Pond” by Pietro Fragiacomo
It’s Sabbath every week. It’s sabbatical when needed – or maybe, before it’s needed. It’s vacation that is restful. It’s time away from the demands of your busy life. It’s daily moments to pause, to ponder, to stop.
Just to stop. To stop rushing even when the world around me tells me I must. It’s counter-cultural, and our communities are craving it. Someone, somewhere, to say and really mean it: “No rush.” Just breathe. And pay attention to your life – your one beautiful, wondrous life – and the lives around you.
To stop rushing is to start wondering. And to stop wonder-ing is to start rushing.
hidden glory 
Heather, this is beautiful. The word pictures you painted really helped me to take that deep breath. Just the simple words…no rush…helps you to relax.
How much are we missing out on and failing to enjoy because we are so rushed.
Thanks for the beautiful reminder to stop and look around. It’s there that we can give thank and foster a grateful heart. Visiting from FMF. Susan
Susan, thank you for stopping by and for your words of encouragement!
Heather, love the reflections. How we (I!) need to soak in the non-rushing thoughts and pictures you have so well painted for all of us rushing, frantic, to-do-lists souls!
Dad
It’s so true, isn’t it?! I like your description of “rushing, frantic, to-do-lists souls” … good words here, too, Dad. Thanks for your words of encouragement!