On its own time…

I’ve been revisiting the lovely alternatives for the word ‘slow’ that many of you offered a few weeks ago…

This valley has its own time.

And it shows up in the appearance of seasonal blooms, like the bluebells.

Walking through the woods, the air is saturated with their distinctive scent, and you feel like you are walking through a gorgeous blue mist.

Yet elsewhere, these markers of spring have long passed.

There is nothing we can do to hasten the bluebells each year. But we can enjoy them when their presence is flourishing here.

Whose time are you in?

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿

~ The latest episode of Be More Poet, Lingering with the Intention of Life, airs today. You can find it wherever you listen to podcasts.