What would I tell you if you would listen?
What do I wish I had known?
Slow is better than fast
in nearly all things.
In love especially…and growing.
Slow to know, not so eager to be held,
details reveal who you are becoming.
Life is short but time is endless,
there is enough to savour each smile and tear.
Think about hot days lazing under the sun,
that small bead of sweat that inches down your neck…
life is better lived like that.
Slow is better than fast; a journey made on foot,
each step more delicately placed under our own steam.
Burdens we carry chosen more wisely
when there is time to choose.
You know how sluggish time is when you are anticipating Christmas?
That’s good – that anticipation flourishing in the slow hand of time.
It’s giving your body time to know how intuition feels,
giving your heart time to know how love feels,
for you… to you… in you.
Slow is better than fast when welcoming another body
to dance with yours;
the space slowly closing filled with electricity
(which travels fast so we don’t have to),
time to say ‘no’ and time to say ‘yes’.
Wisdom can catch up with you, so can heartache…
and come together in uncomfortable alliance,
both so vital to the refining of your spirit.
Slow is better than fast – I wish I knew this like I know it now
but I’m glad I finally do.
So I can tell you,
before you rush into life like I know you will,
before you trip, before you fly, forgetting all of this
like I know you should.
Happy Birthday precious one.