I'm not your social justice guru

When I Slow Down, I Actually Listen.


I hear the wind in the trees, the drone of the refrigerator, the snoring dog, the longings of my beloveds, and.... the stirrings of my own heart. It's in these moments I can catch myself rushing to get somewhere on time, or rushing my thoughts to solves a problem. When I rush, I miss the still small quiet voice within me that is constantly saying, wait, pause, listen.