Slow down

Slow down

No really, slow down. If nothing else, repeat the mantra “slow down.” Maybe that will work?

Slowly look at the things around you.

Cue Interpol.

Albert – my white rabbit.
Put him so close to my face so I could lift up the glasses that shield my eyes.
Each strand of white perfect.
Slowly brush my hands over the waves of white. Softness. How can these be separate strands. They are one.
But not at closer glance. Is this what One from above would see.
Must look so very closely to see each individual strand – it takes all of my focus, gladly. The softness unlike ever I felt.
My heaven would be the fur of my rabbit.
He falls asleep on my heart.
My slow heartbeat.
I am natural.
Stillness ensues…I don’t even need to look out the window to see the wonder of the world.
It is all right here in my hands, in my heart, in Albert’s soft fur.

The beauty that God created brings tears to my eyes.
The personal touch.
How things in distance places from each other in nature can look or smell the same.
The dandelion with wisps of white like Albert’s fur.
It takes time for me now to get here. To slowly see things.

Do not be afraid to look at things.
To look at people.
To look in their eyes.
It is not a waste of time.
Calmly look, not forced.
The interest is there in you.
Look at God’s painting. Paintings of colors. Feel.

Looking in the eyes of my dogs.
Now my Sunny can stay with me and enjoy me slowly touching her fur.
Blacks and whites and oranges and greys, and colors like no other – run my hands over it, releasing the hairs that want to be loose.
Slowly feeling the contrast of her pink tummy and the soft hair.
Animals. Nature inside of my house.
Our animals – not pets - are nature.
They rejoice. They just are. I just am.
God, thank you for these heavenly creatures.

I don’t want to pick up my speed to catch up with the world.
Why don’t we all just slow our world down.
The energy will pass to one another like a breath of air.
Slow down until it feels natural.
That primordial rhythm.
Slow down your “om”s.
Talk slowly.
Think slowly – the thoughts run deeper.
Go to the place where your creativity lives.
Slowly, to get there. Slow. Deliberately slow. Breathe slow.
There is no such thing as time.

It is buried, but it is there.
Your true rhythm.
The rhythm that aligns in all nature,
that is yearning to be in alignment within all humans.

Why do we have to lose a job to do what means the most, to be with those that mean the most.
Family, animals, our loved ones.
Has life really become so busy that we can’t be with one another?
Work – that matters the most?
That is what we’re going to think about when we’re in our dying moments?
I hope I will be thinking about the way Albert’s fur feels, the deepness within my dog’s eyes, the impact I made on those I love and how I brought them happiness and helped them make this world a better place, and VICE VERSA.
The time I spent with the homeless, singing with them. Talking with them. Loving them and learning from them.
But they are not they, and I am not I, but we are one.
And my God, the homeless are Your angels, and I am so blessed to know them.

I am an instrument.
I will give all I have. I want to give all I am and more to others.
Each action affects never-stopping ripples.
The connection becomes so hard to see when we’re out only for ourselves.
When money is our focus.
There is no unification in money.

Please let me live in this pace forever.
It is up to me – the power is within me to stay in this place where my eyes see differently, my hands feel differently.
With God’s grace.

At work, dare I say it, slow down.
Work should still be life, right?
We shouldn’t have to say, I’ll live and be free after work. Only to dive right back into something unreal the next day.
Slow down, I pray.
Life will be gone in a flash.
I want to live my life in alignment with God.
Living in a pace that feels right.
Heaven here on earth.
Even the brightness of the computer screen is brighter than ever before. Light.
It was buried but now it is my exterior and interior throughout.
It is no longer caged.
I will bring it with me wherever I go.

Look at people, look at the ones you love, look at the ones you do not know.
Really look.
Empty yourself.
The world, nature has already slowed down.
Each moment can be eternal when time is not even thought about.

Animals know.
Watch them.
Mimic them.
Feel them.
Unite your hearts with theirs.
We are all God’s creation.
We are meant to be together. Still on the pond.
Love to those who have hurt me, for they are hurting more. I pray you find your path, your way back.

My doves coo.
I suppose they are next.
I will watch them.
I will look into their little eyes and they into mine.
I will slow down until I meet them.
I must slow down.
Before I begin a new reality.

Albert’s strand of hair is everything.