Yes indeed…would that many might not only admit to this perception, but employ the tools of “doing the hard things” .
Short cuts and instant living may seem advantageous until we pause to consider both what really was gained and what we missed via our shortened attention.
As I’ve come to recognize the gems that are your entries, this one is no exception. Savor the long form of your art…of life…of presence.
Thank you for this opportunity to slow down and be.
your direct line to my innermost struggles will never not amaze me. you put words to this feeling, this ache and sadness and gratitude and longing, so well.
fwiw, i never scan your writing. i take my time and enjoy every line, because they're all amazing.
Gosh, this echoes so much of what I have been thinking and feeling lately. When our nervous systems are wired for hustle, for speed, for capitalism, for constant comparison, slowing down can actually feel so uncomfortable. I love the idea of savoring tangible experiences. It's why I created a print publication, one that I work on slowly over the course of half a year. That experience of creating something meant to be held between two hands, something that might travel with someone in their purse, or sit on a nightstand beside their bed, is so meaningful. Every time I dip into social media it feels antithetical to the values of curating these moments full of wonder and aliveness and real sensation. Thank you for your words.
I had to make myself read this slowly. This is the exact sentiment I find myself relating to. Why can't we slowwww. I hate that life feels like its accelerated on a highway I didn't even know I'd turned onto and yet, that's how life seems to move when you go through one consecutive life change after the other. Perhaps this is why I love and find so much meaning in yoga and journalling, why I try and cling onto the vestiges of art making that I can tell are much less than what I used to do abd what I'd prefer to do. Thanks for the reminder Schuyler.
Yes indeed…would that many might not only admit to this perception, but employ the tools of “doing the hard things” .
Short cuts and instant living may seem advantageous until we pause to consider both what really was gained and what we missed via our shortened attention.
As I’ve come to recognize the gems that are your entries, this one is no exception. Savor the long form of your art…of life…of presence.
Thank you for this opportunity to slow down and be.
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your direct line to my innermost struggles will never not amaze me. you put words to this feeling, this ache and sadness and gratitude and longing, so well.
fwiw, i never scan your writing. i take my time and enjoy every line, because they're all amazing.
Gosh, this echoes so much of what I have been thinking and feeling lately. When our nervous systems are wired for hustle, for speed, for capitalism, for constant comparison, slowing down can actually feel so uncomfortable. I love the idea of savoring tangible experiences. It's why I created a print publication, one that I work on slowly over the course of half a year. That experience of creating something meant to be held between two hands, something that might travel with someone in their purse, or sit on a nightstand beside their bed, is so meaningful. Every time I dip into social media it feels antithetical to the values of curating these moments full of wonder and aliveness and real sensation. Thank you for your words.
timely and timeless. thank you.
I had to make myself read this slowly. This is the exact sentiment I find myself relating to. Why can't we slowwww. I hate that life feels like its accelerated on a highway I didn't even know I'd turned onto and yet, that's how life seems to move when you go through one consecutive life change after the other. Perhaps this is why I love and find so much meaning in yoga and journalling, why I try and cling onto the vestiges of art making that I can tell are much less than what I used to do abd what I'd prefer to do. Thanks for the reminder Schuyler.