It's mind-blowing to see over 57,000 photos have been shared with the #slowlived hashtag to date. A huge thank you to people who have been sharing their slow and quieter moments.
All in Slowlived
I've sat down to write a 'Life Lately' post so many times over the past few weeks, a catch up, but something always stopped me. A crushing fear of not being good enough. Of my words not being well written, my photos being under par, my blog design not reflecting me. All of which by the way I know sounds silly, but one can't help how one feels.
Being outdoors is one of those things that many of us know are good for us. Like reading more, spending less time online, drinking less alcohol. But it's often one of those things that gets pushed to the sidelines when we're time pushed, when actually those are the times when we need it the most.
Sundays are very much family days for us. Since I've started having Sunday's off work this day has been transformed, dare I say it, I'm even slipping into a day of rituals. Now 'ritual' is one of these words, a bit like 'authenticity' that's insta-trendy. Words like these I usually try to avoid using, because using a word that sometimes makes me roll my eyes just feels a bit silly. Maybe the problem lies with me, in that I've never really been one to have habits, a regular this-is-what-I-do groove, rituals.
The New Forester is a loafer, a dreamer of dreams, a poet, in all but the production. He is content to be a fly on the wheel of life without caring to help its impetus; he is, in fact, somewhat of a "gentleman," in his kindly, idle gentleness. But monotonous work he will not do. For a while he may gratefully accept it; but when the haymaking or rine-ing come round he will take his leave of you, very courteously but very firmly, and will express no penitence if you find him loafing idly in the Forest - his market place - when these occasional jobs are over. Doubtless there are worse ways of life; but a result of this lack of sticking power is that the forester rarely excels - "unstable as water," etc.
“I live alone,
with cats, books, pictures, fresh vegetables to cook, the garden, the hens to feed.”
— Jeanette Winterson
Doing offline things slowly has been relatively easy to do, ironically quite quickly, because the results on how I was feeling were glaringly obvious. Happier, less tired, more content, relaxed.
I am only at the beginning of slowing things down and have been trying to do so intuitively rather than doing 'generic slow living things'. I have started by trying to recognize moments in the day where I feel more tense than others, the idea being I'll work on little chunks of life a bit of a time to see if it's possible to positively improve my day. Here's the first thing moments of my day that I identified as 'things I do but don't really enjoy as much as I know I could':
I think there's something really special about this time of year, it provokes you to slow down. To spend time in the kitchen making stews and crumbles, to savour long walks, to enjoy the day before the night draws in early, to sit by the fireside and just be still.
I've kind of got a bit of an autumn leaf pantone colour chart thing going on here..