Is there a better word than slow?

I’ve realised that I am building a resistance to using the word slow…

And I wonder if it’s because ‘slow’ somehow conveys a sense of being suboptimal and wasteful or if it’s a category reserved for those who can afford to ‘go slow’.

Yet, when I think about time here in the valley, slow is far too small a word.

I am searching for a sense of spaciousness that comes from the rhythm of life, not the machine or the media.

It is uncluttered, meaningful and beautiful and is big enough to hold the whole, not just the part of life.

Any suggestions?

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿