Coordinates: sweating through the mosquito nets high on the cliffs of Mazunte on the Pacific Coast of Mexico
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Slow down.
Slow down to the speed required to meet yourself.
She’s crossing the road towards you, now walking on the same side of the sidewalk, now waving hello. She’s happy to see you. She looks good — this older, wiser version of you. Your future self, so selfless, stopping by to speak a message to your ear.
Hear.
Hear.
Slow down.
Slow down to the speed required to meet yourself.
What questions do you have for her, this elder version of you with beauty and kindness woven up into her hair? Don’t be surprised if she, upon hearing your fretful query, only smiles a knowing smile. “That’s enough, child. Rest.”
Slow down.
Slow down to the speed required to meet yourself.
She’s not worried a bit about what you worry, worry, worry about.
She knows.
She knows.
She unraveled the unknowing, threw the dictionary into the fire, burned up all the good and lonely and lovely lies until nothing was left but the best. The mud run thick into her hands, and she flung and flung and flung until the dark mat of gnarled branches did finally leave her chest.
Then doing without thinking, she let her wildness lead. No creed or bitter dogma, she speaks the truth of her feet. To wind ‘round those high, high hills and wander sand and sea. To beat with wings the long-forgotten speech born exactly from our speed… that’s the speed of slowing down now, to find the sound of one's own soul. To nourish our own bodies and sing and make art.
Slow down.
Slow down to the speed required to meet yourself.
Slow down.
Slow down to meet the wise one in your heart.
Just came out of meditation to see this beautiful message before me. Thank you! it is Exactly what I needed to hear.