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The need to slow down. . .
Marouse, who once taught me to cuddle with trees
A few months ago, for the first time, I felt the need to slow down. Consciously slow down and learn to live the days softer. Stop excitedly rowing from turn to turn between snags and, folding the oars, listen to the silence.
Life in its generosity resembles a dashing fartsman - ready to look out from around the corner day and night with a characteristic "psst, boy!", trading from under the floor tempting offers. I want to go there, and that, and those, and this is another wrap, please, and that – for change. No, it will not stick together, and the face will not crack, and in general - pour and move.
To last is to sit down one day with a notebook and a pencil and figure out what’s important to you right now.forwardAnd what, as the Ukrainians say,Well, that's it.? Happy people are strong dreams, but not those that are solely for internal use in your head, and the implementation of which you really want to go, run, swim and climb the steep wall despite the heat, diarrhea and tight shoes.
When you slow down and let the trains go, burn out the tickets, fall behind the group and get lost in the magical forest.The meaning is under the fern leaf, under the green moss, in the gaze of the fox hiding behind the tree - "and as for the rest of the entourage: no, not yet funny, but no longer terrible, and deadly horror comes out with a cough, and from now on there will be no time more beautiful for a word spoken in simplicity ..."
You learn to say “no” – and at the same moment there comes such a beautiful, so piercing silence that you can hear the drops flowing from the oars and hitting the water, how the breath echoes, and the exhalation becomes a haze of smoke, and rest rolls down the river in pre-dawn sleep, and the current gently carries you away like coffee takeaway.
It is especially useful to slow down when the forces to resist run out, and from desires - only to sleep, to be silent and not to be touched, and no movements of feelings are necessary -You put everything you could on the balance sheet, processing error.. The limit of dreams is to slip into bed and fall asleep, but the brain does not have time to dissipate the memories of the impressions of the day, it is also tired - just takes memories, pictures, words and images and smears them with handfuls wherever it gets, and therefore dreams on such days usually some damn thing.
The maximum task is just to return home in the evening whole: do not splash yourself on the road to the bottom, do not break on corners.
I realized a long time ago.When you have the strength, you have the attention.. To listen with your whole being, and not half your ear, to delve into the essence, and not to walk around the tops, to regret, to hug, to stroke, and not to abandon the usual "everything will pass." Because along with this "everything" will pass and something very important - your ability.live. What hurts and responds is common to all, notTell me, do you love anyone?-No, I'm lazy.?
Slowly, I again felt itchy in my fingers from the desire to shoot. But I was sure that for a long time I won’t take the camera in my hands, I won’t miss other people’s collarbone and dimples, these universes that fit in the pupils, this space into which you lay a bridge with the click of the shutter.
Slowly, I noticed that I began to hug people more often, notice their fontanels, see connections. Opening up to meet without fear that it will fall back somewhere. In the end, you have to consider yourself someone very important and significant to worry about the integrity of the reputation. And me? Am I like that? .
I'm a bun. published
Author: Olga Primachenko
Only 48 minutes of silence before enlightenment.
Music that can reach to the depths
Source: gnezdo.by/blog/slow-down/
A few months ago, for the first time, I felt the need to slow down. Consciously slow down and learn to live the days softer. Stop excitedly rowing from turn to turn between snags and, folding the oars, listen to the silence.
Life in its generosity resembles a dashing fartsman - ready to look out from around the corner day and night with a characteristic "psst, boy!", trading from under the floor tempting offers. I want to go there, and that, and those, and this is another wrap, please, and that – for change. No, it will not stick together, and the face will not crack, and in general - pour and move.
To last is to sit down one day with a notebook and a pencil and figure out what’s important to you right now.forwardAnd what, as the Ukrainians say,Well, that's it.? Happy people are strong dreams, but not those that are solely for internal use in your head, and the implementation of which you really want to go, run, swim and climb the steep wall despite the heat, diarrhea and tight shoes.
When you slow down and let the trains go, burn out the tickets, fall behind the group and get lost in the magical forest.The meaning is under the fern leaf, under the green moss, in the gaze of the fox hiding behind the tree - "and as for the rest of the entourage: no, not yet funny, but no longer terrible, and deadly horror comes out with a cough, and from now on there will be no time more beautiful for a word spoken in simplicity ..."
You learn to say “no” – and at the same moment there comes such a beautiful, so piercing silence that you can hear the drops flowing from the oars and hitting the water, how the breath echoes, and the exhalation becomes a haze of smoke, and rest rolls down the river in pre-dawn sleep, and the current gently carries you away like coffee takeaway.
It is especially useful to slow down when the forces to resist run out, and from desires - only to sleep, to be silent and not to be touched, and no movements of feelings are necessary -You put everything you could on the balance sheet, processing error.. The limit of dreams is to slip into bed and fall asleep, but the brain does not have time to dissipate the memories of the impressions of the day, it is also tired - just takes memories, pictures, words and images and smears them with handfuls wherever it gets, and therefore dreams on such days usually some damn thing.
The maximum task is just to return home in the evening whole: do not splash yourself on the road to the bottom, do not break on corners.
I realized a long time ago.When you have the strength, you have the attention.. To listen with your whole being, and not half your ear, to delve into the essence, and not to walk around the tops, to regret, to hug, to stroke, and not to abandon the usual "everything will pass." Because along with this "everything" will pass and something very important - your ability.live. What hurts and responds is common to all, notTell me, do you love anyone?-No, I'm lazy.?
Slowly, I again felt itchy in my fingers from the desire to shoot. But I was sure that for a long time I won’t take the camera in my hands, I won’t miss other people’s collarbone and dimples, these universes that fit in the pupils, this space into which you lay a bridge with the click of the shutter.
Slowly, I noticed that I began to hug people more often, notice their fontanels, see connections. Opening up to meet without fear that it will fall back somewhere. In the end, you have to consider yourself someone very important and significant to worry about the integrity of the reputation. And me? Am I like that? .
I'm a bun. published
Author: Olga Primachenko
Only 48 minutes of silence before enlightenment.
Music that can reach to the depths
Source: gnezdo.by/blog/slow-down/
