Slow living is still an art that I'm trying to let into my life more. It's part of it much more than before but I truly believe that it can't be forced, that it does take time. It requires more effort than one would think, but the effort is part of the process. It's not the same for me as it is for you, and not the same for you as it is for the next person. It's different things for different people and it's benefits are really very much worthy celebrating and savouring.
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.