When you get to the finish line, will you wish for more time?
I had to ask myself that question as I watched the beat of my own heart on the EKG machine. Lying in the emergency room in the middle of the night on a Thursday, I realized how precious life is. As I heard the horrible sounds emanating from other patients in deep pain, I knew I wasn’t finished yet.
Our bodies are smart. They speak to us. Quietly at first, then louder if we forget to listen.
Last week I landed on my head on a cold stone floor as my circulation collapsed into itself. The emergency technician who rushed to my aid twenty minutes later smiled warmly. It was a warmth I really needed.
When she asked if I had an allergies, I told her I am only allergic to really bad experiences. She laughed. So did I.
Seven hours and an ambulance ride later, I was released from the hospital with a clean bill of health. Stress and forgetting to eat for nine hours were the culprits.
Stress is not very Slow. Stress is silent, but its impact can be very loud. It begins and ends with our thoughts, then lands in our hearts. It can steal our quality of life if we let it.
Taking care of myself does not come naturally. I often push back my own needs to make room for others’.
Slow is about mindful living, but it is not just the mind that needs care. We need to go deeper to that sacred place in our center. We must fiercely guard our divinity, our beauty, our everything.
None of us gets out of this world alive, but we can ensure we truly live while we are here.
We owe that to ourselves and to those who love us. We really do.