Life moves along at the speed we choose to travel. Consider traveling more slowly, and take a friend.
A son and I walked to Sunday School today.
Routine would have us fuss through a rushed morning followed by a last-minute leap into the car, tardy arrival likely. Do I have to go?
The Fairy Good Mother appeared this morning, advising me to awaken my child with the bribe of a donut on my lips. The shop is just around the corner from Sunday School. (So sugar played a motivational role in getting him out the door. He ate one donut, not two, and I had water. Could have been worse.)
True sweetness, however, was found in the journey. Beauty in the slow meander, noticing birds and butterflies. Beauty in joining elders walking dogs, teens skateboarding somewhere, wondering which animal dug that hole. We witnessed a cardinal silencing an indignant cicada for breakfast.
We breathed, we laughed. We noticed which trees are fruiting now, in late summer. We scoured the ground eagerly where the $20 bill was once found. It became apparent which houses have new owners from changes in the landscape or paint color.
Our hand-holding couplet prompted many smiles, and we eagerly returned them. We smiled at us, too.