Because time is not aSuper highway, not even aRoad. It’s the mist that rolls Over mountains when oneCares to notice. Drink it like A flu patient does chicken broth. Learn to watch likeThe robin does, letting anEntire universe unfold Within while eyingA single worm. Listen to theradio as it rebukes you. It’s the friend youForsook, like … Continue reading In Praise of Slowness