And just like that, there you go again.
Rushing, stressing moving in the world as if it’s going to end today.
Overwhelmed, frazzled, busy as fuck
Moving like your life depends on getting to the end of some illusionary finish line.
Doesn't matter what it is really,
There's a stressful tempo of go, go, go.
Urgently, frantically, ON
Rushing through your shower, your breakfast, sex, the next big project, all the things that need doing and deciding and finishing.
Regularly arriving late and breathless, cramming for a deadline, cumming hard and fast for the finish line.
Adrenaline, caffeine, cortisol, addicted to the rush of chaos, passionate triggers, tight tension and the weight of responsibility
You try to do yoga, take a day off for self care, or go on holiday to destress, move to the beach for the simple life, but even then,
This fast frequency lures you back in like an old lover.
So seductively familiar...
The plans, to do lists, people to go places to see, shit to make happen, never enough time, too much to do ‘when I just finish this last thing, then I can relax.'
This never ending addiction to intensity,
When 99 percent of the time,
There is no emergency.
The reality is,
It's a body memory.
Coded into the depth of your nervous system and your cells,
Generations of ancestral trauma and collective, conditioned agreements from all the humans before us.
Seeped into your DNA from the womb of your mother when she worried so much before you were born,
Your dad all up in his head when he made you from his head.
The doctor who yanked you out from between her legs before it was your time.
Or when every other person in society affected by the same fucking disease pushed you to keep up, hurry up, don’t fall behind.
Each little stress filled action, a seed of tension planted that keeps this all going.
I don’t care who you are,
On our deepest levels, our bodies need it SLOW.
The mind is fast, ideas come quickly, rapidly in succession
Big visions and fantasies can be conjured in a second.
In reality, things take years to form
Yet we want it all NOW.
And these days you can get it
A click of a button and it's at your door.
This fast paced flaw.
Is doing more damage than good,
WE NEED IT SLOW.
To take our time
In this world that moves so damn quickly,
Going at your own pace is a revolutionary act.
The only place where you will ever ever be truly satiated is in the slow.
In the subtleties that are waiting to caress you and fill you.
the unfelt feelings
the nourishment of the now.
I know it’s scary.
It’s SO un-familar it can be almost terrifying.
When we stop taking on so much we suddenly are met with the intimacy of connecting with another and the empty void of our own being.
Label-less, responsibility-less, destination-less.
To be nobody with nothing to do.
But if you can’t be loved in that too,
Every seed that you are planting is full of your own existential anxiety.
Perpetuating a society of scarcity, a western collective that is built to keep us achieving, striving, buying, wanting, longing, scrolling, simulating, stimulating, questioning, doubting, searching, seeking, stressing, rising, grinding, rinsing and repeating.
But beneath all that I promise you,
Is a different pace,
This new way that you may have never even known,
so fucking nourishing,
Yet depending on how deeply you've had this conditioned out of you, it may require a constant reminding and retraining, every minute or so watching your speed pick up, falling back into the same old pattern where you somehow just got from A to B and don't even know what happened in between.
And you will know you've fallen back again by the wanting, the searching, the dissatisfaction that has you desperately yearning, the slipping and spilling, falling over yourself and tripping - forcing you to go back 10 steps and start again.
We are learning.
To live from a deeper pulse free from this urgency.
A tempo and a pace that is filling and satisfying in itself.
That leaves none of you behind.
Where every cell is on board.
Every breath and step registered.
Every action nourishing.
To live in this pace,
Your true pace.
To be so full and rested,
Is a revolutionary act.
When all the world (including your own mind) is saying
Do this and do that.
Faster, harder, stronger, better, more.
Don’t buy it.
In sex, in work, in your decisions, in planning your calendar.
In putting your goddamn socks on.
Slow the fuck down.
Find a pace where you are actually all there.
Let yourself be full and receive the nourishment that is already here if you would just be where you are for a second.
It's a new way.
It's a practice,
To remind ourselves,
That there is no fire.