TRAVELING SLOWLY

I’ve been struggling as of late—losing the thread of my life and having to search for it, pick it up, tie it back together and then continue to follow it onward. Vita of Vitalingus.com, was perceptive enough to mention to me that she saw this happening. In my reply to her I said that I felt like I had to "go slow" right now, in order to "minimize potential damage" as they say in military speak.

As I wrote, I felt myself witnessing the solution to the problem. Instantly I began to feel more alive than I have in awhile.

My life is usually fairly intense. I travel at blurred-vision kind of speed—way too fast, I think, for a human to be safely in motion. It seemed for awhile that my three heart procedures might have possibly had the effect of slowing me down, but at it turned out—this hasn’t been the case in the least! Strangely enough, following my last operation, which took place in February, I have become even more "driven". I think it’s because I’ve got this very intense "every minute is precious because it may be my last" feeling.

I believe that the only thing that’s going to save me is consciously attempting to travel more slowly—to move mindfully, one minute at a time.

I’ve always loved what an early mentor of mine, G. Scott Wright, once told me. Walking is the perfect speed for humans to travel. It’s by moving at walking speed that we don’t miss things. Even going a little bit faster, like riding a bicycle, things start to blur.