There are signs. Inklings. Indications. Synchronicities that happen where you just have to shake your head and whisper ‘WoW’. The trouble these days is our speed up…get it in gear…pedal to the metal frenetic pace of life that blurs our vision. It dulls our senses and makes us hard of hearing.
When rushed, we miss the signs and the nuances of spirit that try to reach out to us. It needn’t be a shame…unless we stay addicted to this fast break pace.
Timeout.
All sports have them. Time to reset, recover, and reclaim the sweet spot in time where there is no hurrying. Time to re engage with the senses.
Time to listen.
And observe.
And to appreciate that there is more here than meets the eye.
What You’re Saying