I observe my days, and they are full of hurrying and scurrying, up and down, right and left… doing. I see a frenzied energy of effort and strain.
And yet, the observer within is slow and deliberate, synchronized to the gentle rhythm of breath and sunlight and bird song.
My awareness of her, that inner observer, does not slow the pace of my days, does not diminish what I find my hands tending to or my feet hurrying to. And yet, it makes all the difference.