there’s an art of intentional in the slow
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑦-𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲-𝐭𝐨-𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝.
Even in the embracing of palms, there’s a sacred space for the slow.
the difference
It’d been a long 12 hours of night shift nursing. Crumbled worn, ready to get home to my people, I took the back hallway to escape to the parking deck quicker and stopped at a restroom close to the chapel.
I was surprised to find a lady there washing her hands at that early hour and immediately recognized her.