Slowpoke, slowpoke
On slowing down, softening, steadiness, and pearls of wisdom
The question I ask myself today is, how slow can I really go?
Not a surface level, “I’m moving so slowly today,” but a deeply dropped-in, integrated, wide, expansive slowness that permeates every cell of my being.
How much time have I spent in my body lately?
How frequently have I given myself loving, exquisite attention and care?
With curiosity, I move and flow with the rhythm of sensation.
I close my eyes, take big belly breaths, and listen for the whisper of my body. I hone in on a spot in my body — my throat, my belly, my heart, my right shoulder, my left calf — and give it my full, undivided attention.
What are the sensations?
What am I noticing?
What is my body asking for?