The Unhurried LIfe

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I have a positive buddy who under no circumstances wants to be in a hurry. She resists, even resents the push of recent life with its call for urgent consideration to unimportant details. With a flippant click she ignores the barrage of emails asking her to ahead sentiments, hoaxes and propaganda for and towards essential (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 unique thought with their biased and poor views, criticisms and reviews. Classic, new and charming 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 ample to timeliness. One is either, early, late or on time.
Her joy comes in long moments without thought, savoring splendor. Elusive moments that can't be held intrigue her. Where changed into she that they stole so right now beyond her? She steeps herself in scents and glowing, glimmering sky-scapes while cradled in tickling grass feeling the yearnings of the Earth. She walks amongst her garden plants like a promenade with chums, every now and then 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.
She toils without pressure to complete both task. The promise of satisfaction comes from total involvement. The mundane, even menial performance of commonplace occasions is a meditation in caring. Dancing in and out of the calm core of all undertaking, done with a calm 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 floor, she says, where magic can tremendously happen simply because there is no projected final outcome. There is most efficient the Creative Soup that concocts itself and invites you to be nourished.
There tremendously is no need for rushing. You are either on time or else you arent. In other words, while timing is very important, if the cubic centimeter of chance has been uncared for, whether early or late, the remedy may just also be to put in a new time or a whole new direction/belif. Rushing is the harangue of many voices expressing poor limitations. Rushing prevents listening to inner counsel that is continuously 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 below heaven. The wonderful 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.
Who, you ask, is my buddy? The woman I strive to be.