I heard this quote on the Simple podcast yesterday. I was walking on the trail, admiring the beautiful spring sky, and listening to Tsh and her guest chat about slowing down, putting away the phone, and creating a life that felt less hurried.
I am pretty good at scheduling things so I don’t have to rush. I am rarely late to a meeting or event. I get things done by the due date (except an occasion late return on a library book.). But I still get that knot, that anxious tension of needing to hurry up, finish this so you can get to that, never enough. My mind too often rushes to the next thing I have on my list leaving me to miss the moments. The lovely, tiny moments that Michelle writes about.
I think that feeling comes from too much multitasking, forcing my brain to bounce back and forth. I listen to books while I drive, podcasts while I walk, TV while I knit. Yesterday I went into my sewing room, fully intending to listen to a podcast while I worked on a quilt project. But I never turned on the podcast. I just started pinning and sewing and pressing and soon enough, the little project was nearly done. I went into my sewing room feeling that I needed to hurry up and get this quilt finished because it needs to be mailed by the end of the month. When I came to a good stopping point I realized I didn’t feel rushed. I hadn’t been watching the clock. It was a very meditative process.
When I looked up the Dallas Willard quire, I found this article. There it is again. Rest. Sabbath. Loosen your grip. Ruthlessly eliminating hurry from my life might be another way my word is showing up this month.