The Unhurried LIfe

I have a good friend who never wants to be in a hurry. She resists, even resents the push of modern life with its call for urgent attention to unimportant details. With a flippant click she ignores the barrage of emails asking her to forward sentiments, hoaxes and propaganda for and against vital (to the sender) causes and issues. With whimsy, she categorically deletes whole blocks of messages, folders and censorious/salacious solicitations. Television she completely refuses, calls it an energy thief touting us to waste, with its cloying admonitions to consume all manners of harm. She accepts as true that newspapers, news and social magazines corrupt original thought with their biased and negative views, criticisms and comments. Classic, new and interesting subjects put forth in books is preferred and most relaxing she claims. She wears no watch, contending it is either daylight or dark. Her internal clock keeps her close enough to timeliness. One is either, early, late or on time.n Her joy comes in long moments without thought, savoring beauty. Elusive moments that cannot be held intrigue her. Where was she that they stole so quickly past her? She steeps herself in scents and glowing, glimmering sky-scapes while cradled in tickling grass feeling the yearnings of the Earth. She walks among her garden plants like a promenade with friends, occasionally tasting a berry or a bean. She collects the insects who would harm them in methodical recognition of cycles and exits them to the prehistoric mouths of her chickens, who revel in a victory feast.n She toils without pressure to complete each task. The promise of satisfaction comes from total involvement. The mundane, even menial performance of ordinary routine is a meditation in caring. Dancing in and out of the calm center of all activity, done with a peaceful heart, is the poetry of synchronicity, when angels invite like a hammock waving in the breeze to share in its quiet sway the absolute pleasure of consciously doing nothing. This is making fertile ground, she says, where magic can really happen because there is no projected outcome. There is only the Creative Soup that concocts itself and invites you to be nourished. n There really is no need for rushing. You are either on time or you aren’t. In other words, while timing is very important, if the cubic centimeter of chance has been missed, whether early or late, the remedy may be to install a new time or a whole new direction/perception. Rushing is the harangue of many voices expressing negative limitations. Rushing prevents listening to inner guidance which is always on time. In stillness the connection makes a deep and lasting impression of certainty. Sometimes we call this “Indian time.” “To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven.” The beautiful thing about timing is the Universal Intelligence uses even our poor timing for its purpose and we get the lesson in the bargain. The I Ching says “The Earth does nothing, and yet everything gets done.”n Who, you ask, is my friend? The woman I strive to be.n