Slowing down

Every day it gets harder and harder to take the time to stop and write. While a few short weeks have passed in some ways it seems they have been a few short months. In others though it seems brief. My desire to stop and write and exhale seems so needed. I have walked at night over the last couple weeks several times. Enjoying the warmer weather is nice. It has made for a nice winter. Thanks to the groundhog. I was listening to a song today. On my mind has been how to slow things down. Especially when you are driven by the completion how do you stop and smell the roses. With so much to do. I recall Jay Z used to say sleep when you are dead. I have been trying to put my thoughts down to words about this whole time thing. I am trying to figure if we continue to blaze through life as we are, how much literal time it will wind up equating to that we have actually spent in engagement with God and mother earth. My great grandmother was described as a woman of faith. She "lived" her 86 years. She worked in the garden and hung clothes on the line. She canned vegetables for winter. I know I am not the only one to notice past generations had more time on their hands and everything they had to do required more time to do it than what it takes us. And with all I have going on, I waste so much of the time I have. Time is the one resource we are freely given and this one here wonders if we will be measured on what we did with the time we had. So much has happened since I last posted on here, let alone actually laid down some of my thoughts. I have grown closer to God. I have seen some realities up close and personal. I have gained more certainty about many things. As always the reality that life after death is becomes more and more real and my steps here began to be filled with more and more peace and joy. I am so excited to see what God has on the horizon. I remember a boss of mine use to tell me that the sun will rise tomorrow. Not only does God fill me with that truth, but His presence in moments becomes stronger and I know simplification and walking with Him is so possible. Breathing in and looking around and living all 60 seconds in each minute. I'll stop here. It is my prayer that we will begin to see what is happening for what it is, and wake up. The more I am able to slow down, I can't begin to even describe what I see when I look out and watch people scurrying around...running like chickens with their heads cut off. I know each and everyone sees it, but does anyone stop and question that at any time you can get off the carousel. This life is pulling us along at our own will. I shall continue to pursue this picture of my great grandmother sitting on her porch when I was a child visiting her, talking to me and drinking lemonade, windows open on her house in July, her asking me what I was doing, as she sat there and rocked in her rocker.