It has been a long time between posts, and this is not because there is nothing to write about. On the contrary, I have had so many experiences and thoughts that have past through my mind, and my life, but there just doesn’t seem to be a chance to take them further.
Making the time to stop and capture one’s thoughts has become increasingly hard over the last year. I have reflected on it many times without resolution.
The only rationale I can find for the absence of my posts is simply the pace at which I have allowed myself to exist. Life has swept me into an express lane, and without realising, I have let it happen.
Over a month ago, I attend a slow living retreat in Byron Bay hosted by some incredibly gifted individuals. Even at the workshop as my mind began to settle into what was surrounding me, I still did not grasp the fact that I was not in living in way that I could flourish. Weeks later, I am still struggling with myself to just slow down. But, thankfully, I hungrily yearn for the slow living rhetoric more and more each day.
Grounding moments exist in the stories of the other workshop members that I can now visit regularly through the virtual world. I could write for a very long time about the incredibly inspiring and intelligent people I met during that weekend. It has been a very long time since I have been so taken aback by an experience.
Surprisingly, the result was not an abundance of ideas to explore, or an inspiration to go and see more. Instead, all I want is to pare down all that is around me. I just want to be calm again.