Slowing down to Speed Up.

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Those of you that follow me on various social media thingys will know that I’m a yogi.  It keeps my mind clear and my body strong. Last night my yoga teacher read this by George Carlin and  I wanted to share it with you,

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. W e talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more
computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one nights stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe,because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, “I love you” to your spouse and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

If you’re like me, much of this will have resonated. We spend so much of our time chasing ouIMG_3739r tails and not communicating meaningfully with those we love. I am as guilty as the next person. I’m a SAHM with a complex.  I often feel guilty for spending time on my writing while my husband is out there at the cutting edge of profit and loss as he tries to earn a  living for the whole family. I’m always bemoaning that I don’t get enough time for my writing, but any amount of time never seems enough! And it’s been years now and still no novel on the bookshelf! The truth is,  I am not a patient person and writing is the ultimate game of patience. I have just finished Anthony Doerr’s fabulous novel ‘ All The Light We Cannot See’ and it took him ten years to write! In that case I’ve hardly scratched the surface. It’s all too easy to get so fixated on your end goal that you forget to enjoy the journey. I am still young(ish), I have two gorgeous boys who are growing up far too fast; these are the days of my life, these are the days I will want to live again.

It was great to hear the lovely @DinahJefferies on BBC Woman’s Hour this week talking about becoming a bestselling novelist in her sixties. It was a reminder there is no sell-by-date with writing. It’s about perseverance and the only person putting time limits on it is myself. Note to self; remember who won the race between the tortoise and the hare.

Love

Nx (channeling my inner tortoise)

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My top three for 2015

When I read a great book I immediately want to share it and what better way than on my new blog. My top three picks, so far, in 2015 ( in no particular order) are:

Appletree Yard,  by Louise Doughty. This is the second book I’ve read by this author and she writes female protagonists in a fearless and uncompromising way. www.louisedoughty.com

Outline, by Rachel Cusk. I first came across Rachel when I read her book on motherhood, ‘A Life’s Work’ just after I’d had my first son. In it, she wrote about motherhood with a brutal honesty that I appreciated. In ‘Outline’ she continues to observe people, relationships and ageing with a razor sharp eye. http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/01/05/told-2

The Story of Before, by Susan Stairs. I was tweeting like mad about this a couple of weeks ago. Its a debut book that blew me away and left me rattled for days afterwards.

This month in book club we’re reading ‘Elizabeth is Missing’ by Emma Healey. I haven’t finished it yet, but if it makes it onto my list I’ll let you know.