“It’s gonna be too late”
is a haggard-making lie.
How would it be
if we shake off the fear
of missing out,
of coming up short
and trust ourselves instead
into the slow, unrushed flow
of showing up to the moments
as they come,
just relax into the ramble
of our ride on down this river,
free to mosey,
poke and putter,
and saunter slow.
Really, slowing down inside yourself
won’t cost you.
You’re free to choose your pace.
“Don’t move the way fear makes you move.
Move the way love makes you move.
Move the way joy makes you move.”
“It is a great art to saunter.”
H. D. Thoreau
I’ve loved sauntering through August with you:)