Sitting outside on a breezy afternoon with a little fly frequenting my bare toes and a chorus of birds very excited about something in the swaying reeds at the edge of the pond, I look up to the sky and see seven airplanes at once, I counted twice. A red dragonfly nearly crashes into my left eye, deflected by my glasses and my attention leaves the sound of the birds for the metal ones in the sky.
Where are so many people traveling to and why?
Do we choose air travel because it is often the cheapest, safest and easiest? Is that all we really have time for? How about the scenic route, the overnight train travel to Italy or the biking that keeps both the body and mind in shape?
It seems like people are always excited to move, to go places, to do things, to go shopping – maybe they are really just bored, much of the time anyway.
Many of us rush to work, then rush home during rush hour to relax, to not make time to eat properly, to go to bed tired and wake up with the next alarm clock bells. It is a vicious cycle to get caught up in.
We are travelling so fast in our everyday lives that we are forgetting to experience the important things.
We are forgetting to smile, we are failing to be polite, to be honest and caring. We are missing out on the little pleasures of life – a life unrushed by time.
Wise is the one, slow like a turtle. Thoughtful, courteous, patient. Watching flowers bloom and taking the time to smell them too. Sure, it won’t pay the bills, sniff-snuffing at the air won’t toss you a coin, but what it will give you is a sense of belonging, it brings you the joys of your immediate environment. Quite possibly it brings aromatic pleasures or conjurs up pleasant memories from the past.
From the air life is far away.
Here on the ground pheasants are cackling, the last few mulberry leaves are dropping to the ground like overweight ballerinas and by now all the planes are out of sight, gone in a couple hundred words.
Just because one has travelled the most miles or seen the most sights, it doesn’t mean that he has lived (or loved) any more than someone who rarely left his ten acres.
There is a good chance that simple living will find you once you stop being chased, or chasing the dreams of others. Instead, choose to intuitively follow the path that is right for you. There is no right or wrong way, but there is always a beginning.
Travel somewhere, if only a few feet outside your kitchen and marvel at all the wonder around you that no one else has.
Where are you travelling to slowly today?