Why is it that we are always in a rush?
To get that thing done. To get to that place. To meet that goal.
We rush, hurry, and often do not listen to our internal voice, let alone people.
It requires us to slow the F down. To be patient. To breathe and absorb what is happening around us.
We rush to finish the project, but do we do it well, or do we just like the feeling of checking the box?
When we spend time with others are we truly present? Or are we distracted by all the things we have to do?
This week we had four red-tailed hawk fledglings come down from their nest and spend the last two days in our yard. It was 115 degrees, a record for the Pacific Northwest, and we were told by the Audubon Society that the record heat was impacting wildlife, and usually they would have stayed in the nest in the tree, but due to the heat they are finding other options. Our backyard is literally covered in bird poop, and we have been told we should not use (or let our kid play in) the backyard until they learn to fly and leave for good.
Of course I find it all fascinating and a great front row seat of learning for my son, but it’s a long holiday weekend and I want to hang in my backyard, eat outside, and allow my son to hang out in the kiddie pool — which could still happen. The hawks could learn to fly and leave. Or they might be hanging out rent-free this weekend and beyond.
Whatever ends up happening — what is my rush? This is what is happening. Nature needs to take its time, and I need to slow the F down and enjoy my front row seat.
Where can you enjoy the front row seat that you have? Slow down, and let it all happen around you.
