When we arrived last night the gray clouds hung like a veil over the mountains. This morning the curtains have lifted and we have a front row seat to the beauty of the Shenandoah Valley.
Long weekends are a gift.
Regular weekends are a tease.
By the time you get relaxed, it’s Saturday and you’re already faced with the end the very. next. day. Today I’m relaxed and I still have a day between me and Sunday.
I don’t care what people say.
Time doesn’t pass the same all day every day. Each minute doesn’t move at the same 60 second pace. The more I hurry the more time accelerates. When I slow, time slows.
So slowly I will step into this time away with the one I love most in the world. I will hold carefully each moment of celebrating each year…all ten of them…that we have shared as husband and wife.
How do you take your time?
I usually take mine fast and furious but this weekend I take it slow and sacred. In fact, I don’t think I will take it at all. No grabbing and hoarding of minutes and hours. I am choosing to slow down enough to let time take me…somewhere worth going…somewhere worth being.
You don’t need a long weekend away to change how you take your time. So whether your weekend is long or short let’s all take a deep breathe and say together – time, come slowly, and hold me right here.
Happy slow, sacred weekend, friend.