Here's how my week in the slow lane has looked so far:
I've gone against the grain and kept my scrapbooking paraphernalia spread far and wide on the dining room table. It makes a mess, but I enjoy the freedom of working whenever the spirit moves me. I'm thrilled to report that we're now up to December 2012, and I should have it knocked out by the weekend. Just when I start to feel giddy about my progress, I remember I'm still nine months behind. (Help me, Rhonda!) Slowly but surely, that's the pace that gets it done.
Life in the slow lane allows me to spend time doing important things, like watching adorable videos of my grandnieces. Here's my sweet pie (a big three-months old now!), doing a little "talking" for her mommy. The Man agrees with me that, right there at the end, she totally says, "Bye-bye." You can make your own decision, of course, but we feel confident about it.
The slow lane, gives me time for oohing and aahing over heartwarming photos, like this one of my precious sugar plum and her daddy. Her daddy is an amazing drummer and he was sharing his space with his baby girl. Does this picture make your heart swell, or is it just me? I mean, seriously. So many tender details in this one, it's enough to make a grown woman cry.
Life in the slow lane doesn't mean you must shy away from going out to dinner with loved ones, as long as it's a place where you can hear yourself think, where the food is so divine you can't resist closing your eyes a few bites in.
The psalmist David wrote, "I was glad when they said unto me, let us go into the house of the Lord." I find the mid-week service to be a calming source after a chaotic day. It was Anne Morrow Lindbergh who called the church a "great centering force for men and women, more needed than ever before." She wrote that in 1955. Imagine how much more it's needed today.
Yep, that's a photo of some tall trees, a blue sky, and wispy white clouds, shot directly from the backyard hammock. Life in the slow lane most surely includes time outdoors, admiring the many gifts that nature offers those who stop and notice. It's impossible to lay on your back in a hammock, even for five minutes, and not feel better afterwards. If you don't have a hammock, a blanket on the ground will do just fine. There's something healing about sprawling out and looking up. I can't explain it.
And, last but certainly not least, life in the slow lane can be dangerous. Lemon lovers, prepare to swoon.
Until next time, dear kindred spirits, if you haven't already, I trust you'll spend some time in the slow lane soon, be it a day, an hour, or just a handful of minutes. Slowing down, even for a brief spell, can refresh the weariest of souls.