One of my intentions on this new journey is to learn to live slowly. There is a time and a place to move through a situation or a period of life with haste. But now, for me, this is my time to re-learn what it means to really taste my food, to walk for pure pleasure, to actually see what is right in front of my eyes, instead of the blindness induced by a racing mind. The art of living slowly is my new goal.
Change is Hard
No easy feat, this trying to slow down. Today I found myself marching along the beach in Puerto Morelos, walking at such a quick pace because that is what my brain has adopted as the norm. My psyche is familiar with having to scurry from one task to the next, not slowing until it collapses into bed each evening. We have been conditioned that this is the way we must live in order to succeed. But this is no longer okay for me.
When I was walking back through town, I saw this bench near the flea market, what a sign from the divine!
I’m hoping that starting this journey here in Mexico, where everything seems to move at a softer and easier pace, will make the transition a little smoother.
As I sit here now, I can feel a warm, almost fluid breeze brush my face and arm. I can see a sweet little bird on my terrace. I can taste the deep rich nutty flavour of my Oaxacan coffee and I cant believe how utterly lucky I am.
Adios mi amigos/amigas.
