But when the movements slow,
when the pen drags mindlessly through my fingers,
or the fingers crawl along the keyboard,
the thoughts flow freely.
Free of anxiety,
free of nervous energy,
The thoughts slow,
the ideas crystalize into heart movements,
and my life changes.
Where fidgeting would tap incessantly,
deep thoughts have fingers, slowly circling over the surface of the coffee cup.
Around and around and around.
Finished with the fidgeting,
my thoughts finally able to focus.
No longer known by fidgeting,
may my life be known by…slow.
“So then, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath…” –James 1:19
photo by Sarah Peller