Currently, my soul is forcing a slowdown that I am helpless to alter.

I don't want to hurry anymore.

I have hurried most of my life.

I am weary of hurrying.

Hurrying is over-rated.

Hurrying makes me act in ways I don't love or admire.

Hurrying causes me to miss my life.

Hurrying keeps me from experiencing the world and its beauty, people and their beauty, God and God's beauty. I hate missing those things.

Hurrying makes me lonely for myself.

I feel more and more compelled to cease all the hurrying this culture demands as proof of a worthwhile life.

If that is the proof, call me worthless.

I love, love, love this poem about hurrying.

Life is not hurrying

on to a receding future, nor hankering after

an imagined past. It is the turning

aside like Moses to the miracle

of the lit bush, to a brightness

that seemed as transitory as your youth

once, but is the eternity that awaits you.

---R.S. Thomas, The Bright Field

As summer wanes,

and fall with all its resultant demands and schedules

appears on the horizon,

no matter your stage of life,

no matter the responsibilities you carry,

may you find even the tiniest moments

to turn aside like Moses

to whatever bright and beautiful moment

is right in front of you.

Don't miss it.

Don't miss your life, people, beauty, God, yourself ---

the only things that make life worth living.

Don't let hurry make you miss your life.

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