In this hustle and bustle of western culture
It can be difficult to stand on the edge of
Of slowing down, watching, waiting
Of not giving into the chronic cry
Of do, do, do
I wait, and be?
Pause and reflect?
It doesn’t mean I’m not valuable or productive
What if waiting in the silence,
Walking in the woods and about the lake
Are themselves an act of kindness to the world?
And just what if, in my own small way
I am part of the shift to slowing down
To relishing pausing
And the anticipation as you await the continued song
The richness in the pausing
The noticing in between of breathing in,
And then the exhaling,
The passing of time as it does
Minute by minute, hour by hour
Day by day
As the light fades
Can I wait in the pause?
What does it look like to pause
To be, to sit in the stillness and write
In the pausing and the waiting,
Reflecting and writing
May my soul be nourished, my body fed, my heart grow ever new
May I continue to make friends with myself
And know that my pausing connects with the world
In its pausing and slowing down
Its going into winter
The rich deep dark earth
Where outwardly it looks bleak, but inwardly there is life
Thank you pause
For your presence, your gift.