Rush… At first I don’t notice because it has always been my default movement, and way of being, rushing here and there even in my mind, hurrying about. But over the last few years I have tried to be more intentional in my presence, more intentional with my movement and thoughts, more ordered, less chaotic, less rushed. A hurried heart rushes past faces of people who need me to be slower, more intentional even for a moment to look them in the eyes and smile, to let them know I see them and that they matter. My body starts sending me signs of the rush, brain moving at high speeds with little focus, tight shoulders, shallow breathing…. usually ending with me flying around a corner and bumping into someone. It jars me, and hopefully alerts me to my rushing about. Rush– in such rush- what for? I don’t want to miss these moments, these opportunities to give and receive, but if I am not intentional all the rush overtakes my days and steals joy and connection from my life.
Time is a relentless river. It rages on, a respecter of no one. And this, this is the only way to slow time: When I fully enter time’s swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention, I slow the torrent with the weight of me all here. And when I’m always looking for the next glimpse of glory, I slow and enter. Weigh down this moment in time with attention full, and the whole of time’s river slows, slows, slows. -Ann Voskamp