In Slowing Our Pace.

My daughter had a rather curious habit as a toddler; when asked to hurry up, she would intentionally slow down.

Her feet would literally drag with each and every step. “Come on, already” her father would hiss. “If you don’t hurry up, I’ll leave you behind.”

Oh, he would grow so angry with her perceived ‘outbursts.’ In his eyes, she was an unruly child simply incapable of listening.

But there’s always another side to perception, isn’t there? In fact, sometimes what we’ve believed so fully all along, in time proves to be an unfair representation.

The mind is tempered always by our experience. What we believe to be becomes our reality.

“Why do you drag your feet, sweetheart,” I once smiled and asked. “When you know how much it bothers him so?”

“I like the way the light makes my shoes blink, Mommy” she answered. You see, what he had observed as ‘outright disobedience’ was in reality a little one transfixed by the pretty light patterns on the floor.

Knowing this, how could anyone ever require Curiosity to slow its pace?

There’s always another perspective, my darlings – a reflection in which what we assumed to be true, becomes something so incredibly worthwhile.

The trick is, having patience enough to see.

Namaste…❤️

About

Tara Lemieux is a mindful wanderer, and faithful stargazer. Although she often appears to be listening with great care, rest assured she is most certainly‘forever lost in thought. She is an ardent explorer and lover of finding things previously undiscovered or at the very least mostly not-uncovered.

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