It’s 11 am and I just woke up. I look at the alarm twice, three times, roll over and fling the blanket off. Let’s go, Yehudis, let’s go. I stumble to the kitchen first, in a hurry, catching up. If I move fast maybe the clock will move back. I rinse the coffee pot - I always rinse it in the mornings. It’s a Turkish-style pot with enough room for 3 cups. I add an extra centimeter of water today,
Yehudis, this is a beautiful practice of patience! "Slow is smooth; smooth is fast!" I like your recent foray into what is slow, still and peaceful. Doth I detect a hint of Silvio? 😆
What a lovely gift this post was, sharing your sacred pace with the rest of us in such a palpable way. Thank you Yedudis. My senses have been properly slowed.
Yehudis, this is a beautiful practice of patience! "Slow is smooth; smooth is fast!" I like your recent foray into what is slow, still and peaceful. Doth I detect a hint of Silvio? 😆
“It won’t be ready till it’s ready.” I love that thought. I need to remember that more myself. Lovely piece of writing Yehudis.
Enjoying the slow with you!
What a lovely gift this post was, sharing your sacred pace with the rest of us in such a palpable way. Thank you Yedudis. My senses have been properly slowed.