Slowly, Slowly
I'm finding my idle speed increasing, the stress hormones rising and my life getting chopped up into 30 minute dayplanner chunks and I RESIST! Today, with you as my witness, I promise to stop and be still and let springtime seep into my pores and the wrinkly creases of my frenzied old brain and come back with a picture or two to share. Breathe, Fred. Be here now. Don't march to the sound of the drummers of this hurried world... or at least break rank long enough to keep the march in context and perspective. Life is short.
There. I guess I told me. Back this afternoon with some pix.