For example, I've chosen to live out my professional life in a field where every single step takes weeks instead of days, years instead of months.
Also, when I stop hurrying I seem to arrive places on time. (Go figure that one...)
And, my dog is fourteen.
Walking her is no longer an athletic event.
Walking her is a tender, limpy meditation of love.
I am reminded, when I walk with her, how much there is to notice -- in my writing, in my relationships, in the world -- if I take off the headphones and slow the speedwalk down to a saunter. Literally and figuratively, if you know what I mean...
dog's paw sinks in mud
she'll bring it inside later
sign of a fine day
-- Liz Garton Scanlon