Taking it slowly is all that really makes sense to me anymore.
Taking love slowly.
Taking the morning slowly.
Folding my laundry slowly.
Sipping my third cup of dirty chai slowly.
Could be because my mind and mouth move so quickly, I have to balance it out somehow.
P.S. If you think bare feet on a river + a slow morning + writing + wood stove gathering + laughing + ancient forest love = a good time, join me for Story Seekers: A creative writing retreat at Opal Creek Ancient Forest Center from May 28th-29th, 2016!