I know from experience that the tranquil soul savours life more deeply.
The blessings are always there, even on difficult days. The grace is to be present so that I can taste each day's sweetness.
A little poem by Eva Merriam speaks to this desire in me.
A Lazy Thought
There go the grownups
To the office,
To the store.
Subway rush,
Traffic crush;
Hurry, scurry,
Worry, flurry.
No wonder
Grownups
Don't grow up
Any more.
It takes a lot
Of slow
To grow.
