What Does It Mean to You to Slow Down?

I muse what slowing down means to me... At first, I seethe with judgement at all those whom I assume to 'lazily lag behind'. Words like 'unproductive' and 'docile' jolt shockingly from my subconscious. My stuff, I know. And so I keep exploring. The understanding persists more and moulds to something mystical. To be slow is to be other-worldy, unattainable by the likes of me. It is the domain of Goddesses, deities and seductresses. It reeks of leisured times. Immediately, I see billionaires basking in Portofino, post-polo sipping Pelegrino, their greying bouffants blowing in the wind. It seems unproductive, yet so empowered. I note the ineffectual scurry with which I get things done. And then, it strikes me. To be slow is to command the ultimate control. It feels so obvious to state it out loud, yet so deceptively unmarked in daily living. It elevates the power of any human. Commanding the world to keep pace with us, to join us in the meeting of our essence. To eat, to make love and to travel slowly, is to inhale the sights and sounds before the obvious consumption. It is a sadhana, first and foremost energetically. It's so sustaining and profound that ingestion becomes an afterthought. And so, I am blessed to have explored my curious relationship with this essence. We so often hold old prejudices unchecked. To think, I felt that scurrying was somewhat superior, when in fact a slower pace is the seductive spot for kings. So what can you do? Simply ask... What does slowing down mean to me? Keep asking and strip away your layers. Then please, do post below. Perhaps we'll keep uncovering new and compelling ways of being still. With love, Alina xx