Slowdown Sunday

Have you heard about the movement called Slow Living? 


Life in an African village is a model of Slow Living.  
There are 12 hours of daylight  all year round and the strength of the midday sun can sap of the vitality of even an Olympic athlete.  Nobody wears a watch and there are no clocks on the walls of their mud huts.  The changing seasons are invisible, but follow a regular pattern of anticipated rainfall.  Farmers know when to plant in hopes of rain that will make their crops grow.
They prepare the soil, they plant their crops, then they wait.

In the western world we rush.
We pushback against the onward march of the clock and try to pack as much into every minute, every day as is humanly possible.

That can’t be good over the long haul of a lifetime.

We’re getting ready to head back to the States and all the hustle and bustle of modern life ~ a  lifestyle designed around productivity and as the poet* said “getting and spending”.
Not a lifestyle designed to cultivate a rich life in God.

I hadn’t heard of this concept of Slow Living, but I like it!!!
Want to slow down a little?
Want to begin to savor the good things, the simple things in your life?
I hope you’ll find something enlightening in this offering from houzz.com

I’m calling this Slowdown Sunday 😉  Even God took a day off!

This is the poem I mentioned earlier in this post.  Parts of this poem deeply resonate with me.
Don’t look for doctrinal perfection in it, it’s just poetry. 
The World Is Too Much With Us

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

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