Slow is not slow

Momentum was never about being fast

Where are we going in such a rush? How is it that being fast is supposed to help us?
I can’t seem to find answers to anything but the opposite…

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Giving up the urge for speed.
Last week I painted walls.
Eyes pegged on a single nuance.
Arms monotonously reaching.

Moving without haste,
my heart stayed open.

And my shoulders
didn’t climb to my ears.

And there were no knots of rush
in my stomach.
When I let presence lead.

So I continued
to move slowly.

And I still
made the relish.
And served the lunch.
And wrote the reflections.
And folded the laundry.
And did
all the things
that where important.

And I could still
answer
the same question
for the 10th time
out of the mouth of my child
without losing my ability
to smile.

And it all happened,
without me missing
a single moment.
And without,
getting lost.

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So maybe, momentum was never about being fast or slow, but about the absence of haste and the existence of deep and intentional presence…

Did this resonate? Or awaken something?
As always, I Invite you to make this a conversation <3