Slow your roll...

Life seems to tear by these days. It's a good thing in many ways. Busy means we are moving toward dreams and goals we have set. I miss things though. I miss lazy moments in bed, extra breaths and words at dinner, and my ever so loved day dreaming, which have all fallen away and left something that resembles NES Marble Madness (Cue frenetic music and spiking blood pressure). 

So the question becomes, how can I remain present in the moment, set aside time for quiet, and maintain relationships dear to me? How do I get back to a slower pace, with thoughtful deliberate action? How do I slow my roll...

I decided to begin with a small step. An experiment. Write and send one letter every day for Thirty days. No rules past that. My hope is that by setting aside this small amount of quiet time, to concentrate on this other human being on the other end of the trail, focus on the energy and movement in the pen strokes, and attention to the flow of thought and memory, that it may seep into other aspects of my day. Intention. Not Marble Madness. 

I'll share along the way. So stay tuned... 

- Andrea

 

Me at bromma's desk. My grandmother's handwriting was impeccable. Elegant. effortless. I still hold this as my ideal. no handwriting i've seen yet holds a candle to it. 

Me at bromma's desk. My grandmother's handwriting was impeccable. Elegant. effortless. I still hold this as my ideal. no handwriting i've seen yet holds a candle to it.