Power of Slow

While much of the world was bidding Michael Jackson adieu, I was in a Salzburg radio station translating an interview with The Soulmate Secret author Arielle Ford on the other line. The radio host was incredibly gracious ~ she handed me her questions in German, which I simultaneously translated to Arielle. She spoke for two minutes, then I summarized what she said in German. I was very nervous at first, but relaxed after the first few minutes. All in all it went well.

Earlier in the day I grieved Michael Jackson’s passing. In fact, I’m not done yet. It comes in waves. The sight of him on the front page of a tabloid, his music on the radio ~ he has left a gaping whole in our hearts. As one new friend told me yesterday, “He gave so much of himself to this world. A piece of ourselves went with him.”

I was really present to the paradox of life yesterday. A joyful topic, such as finding your soulmate, can be handled simultaneously as a global icon bids farewell. It was a poignant moment for me in which I gave time an extra hug.

We all have a personal bank account of time available to us. Michael spent his time on Earth as an artist who was largely estranged from the very world he was entertaining. His fame came at a very high price.

I’ve decided to joyfully skip down the lane of life with my bank account of time resting softly in my heart. What will you do with yours?