Can you believe it’s March already? Time is just moving so fast. Sometimes I jump on board.
Sometimes it drags me along. Sometimes – more often – I need to get off this merry-go-round.
Since I’ve moved to New Jersey, I have found that the best way for me to do this – to slow down – is to go to the Ken Lockwood Gorge in High Bridge. That place just slows me down and soothes my soul. I haven’t been there so often this winter – I find it harder to get outside in this harsher season, though I know it’s not impossible. I struggle, and often fail, to find the will within me to go against my temperament, which is to stay indoors.
Even in good weather I don’t get there often enough. I resent that I have to drive forty minutes to get there. But every time, it is worth it.
How about you? Do you have a place you can go to slow yourself down? To take yourself out of the rush and ramble? Do you have a way to disconnect from the craze and reconnect with yourself? I hope so. I’d love to hear about it. In fact, can you drop me a quick email to let me know what you do to slow down? Maybe I’ll be able to expand my slow-down toolkit.
I know that I need to build some slow time into my life at the parsonage and my work days at TUS. The pace of life here in New Jersey at this point in the 21st century works against this, but it is crucial: the stakes are high and I am in this for the long haul. I wonder if I can take into my heart this paradoxical advice I first encountered from my friend, Meck Groot, who now works for the UUA New England Region:
“There is much to do. We must go slowly.”
I am blessed to be on this journey with you,