Slow Down

As a working mum, I sometimes forget to “listen to the rain slapping the ground” or “gaze at the sun fading into the night” as in this poem called Slow Dance by David L Weatherford

Slow Dance by David …L Weatherford http://www.davidlweatherford.com/slowdance.html

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
or listened to rain slapping the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun fading into the night?

You better slow down, don’t dance so fast,
time is short, the music won’t last.

Do you run through each day on the fly,
when you ask “How are you?”, do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?

You better slow down, don’t dance so fast,
time is short, the music won’t last.

Ever told your child, we’ll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste, not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a friendship die,
’cause you never had time to call and say hi?

You better slow down, don’t dance so fast,
time is short, the music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
it’s like an unopened gift thrown away.

Life isn’t a race, so take it slower,
hear the music before your song is over.

At the moment I am staying with friends in the Alps and yesterday they invited us to join them on a s-l-o-w horse and cart ride in the snow to soak in the beautiful scenery. We were wrapped in blankets and hot water bottles to keep warm! At the start it was hard to feel comfortable with the slowness of the journey but as I relaxed into it, I began to notice and appreciate the details and beauty of the stunning surroundings