At 72, I realize not only that I cannot keep up the previous pace of my life, but also that I no longer have any desire to do that. It's an interesting process to slow down, to gradually drop out of the whirlwind. I'm not there yet, but something big in me (is it my teenager?) just says no. I'm a very active yogi, but 6 years ago I broke my hip and had to walk with a cane for a while. I loved it! I loved walking slowly and carefully, experiencing everything around me. I started driving slowly as well. The nature of time changed. It became luxuriously expansive- I heard myself say to myself over and over, "I have just the right amount of time." And I did- I had stopped rushing and ironically was rarely ever late.
On Feb 24, 2021 Susan Lord wrote :