My slow and wild 

The autumnal season we are in now is moving towards December.

The light is changing. Time to reflect and re-evaluate.

I’m continuing the blog post on –


Photo by Annie Spratt Unsplash

To Practice, any discipline takes time. It is a deliberate organisation of intentions.

I have been reading Brene Browns book ~ The Gifts of Imperfection.

It is one thing to read the book and I have already once before. It is in the implementation and ongoing use of skills inside your tool box that equip you for the journey of life.

It is as I look at the word slow I notice the practice brings in other words that Brene has shared.

Words like art, play and compassion.

Brene writes how she made choices to slow.

The author, Dr Alicia Britt Chole, writes about her book The Sacred Slow that it is a sacred summons to nearness with God.

We are encouraged to sit and listen. To consider the better part.

A slowing. Offers its challenge and wildness to it.

To think outside the box!

That’s a wild idea.

Easily said. Put into practice thinking differently can be a little out of our comfort zone.

In Psalm 23:3 the Message renders the verse , you let me catch my breath.

Psalm 23 The Message photo Unsplash

Slow is time to inhale and make better choices. I approach this as a challenge. Of course that is exactly why we are drawn to certain words, people, places. A deeper magic is at work. Today I struggle with slowing to read that book. To slow up, to pay attention to the small things I need to do. This is the living practicing surrendering to the slow to listen and be a little wild. Take that walk, jump in the leaves. He is a strong tower so lean in. A lot.

I mused about the wild flowers. They neither toil nor spin.

Slow .

Hurry is the great enemy of the spiritual life in our day. You must ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your life. Dallas Willard 


We think on those unforced rythmns of grace. Slow up to lean in. Wild is its risk into a new way of seeing

Perhaps this slow, this Wild is about surrender.

Perhaps it is about seeing in. New way.

Perhaps it is surrendering to a new way of seeing the world I live in.

Perhaps we taste and see. The bread is on the table. How will I measure my life. With cups of flour and oil. Will I measure it’s fullness when I linger to drink the truth. To eat it and believe it.

To slow as I drink and eat the bitter with the sweet of life.

To enter into the wild of adventure new.

These are my notes dear friend.

Messages from my heart to yours.

Love Rach x


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