For the last week I have been reflecting on what it means to live slowly. Life has not felt slow these last couple months and it is taking a toll on me, both mentally and physically. Mothering three little children requires so much pouring forth of myself, as the day comes to an end I feel completely emptied and exhausted. This is not how I want to feel. Some might say that this is a phase in life that will pass, and there is some truth to this, but I don’t want to wish life away. Life is too precious and beautiful.
Living simply and slowly is something that I continually work at. Sometimes it seems so easy and natural but other times I find myself swept into the rapids and I cannot free myself. Having time away helps me retune and refocus. Only when I step away from everything do I realise how much suffering results from an overly busy life. Living slowly opens my heart to those around me, it makes me more aware of the needs of others and frees me to love them more deeply. I find myself more sensitive to the gentle whispers of my Creator and better able to see the colours and hear the sounds of creation. Living slowly requires a constant turning away from the demands of our culture and it isn’t always easy, but it is so wonderfully freeing.