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276: Forget about the Speed of Light

What about the speed of honey?

If we moved at a glacially slow pace, 

would our days be sweeter? 

Would we lay on the floor, 

turn our faces towards the sun, 

listen for the wind, 

and pray with our breath? 

Would we stretch after we run, 

and wake up slow?

Would we prepare meals with orange slices and cloves, 

or rosemary and coarse sea salt? 

Would we remember to thank the bees, 

along with the sun and the rain? 

Would we let the goodness of life 

stick to our fingers, 

drip down our chins, 

coat our throats 

along with our words? 

Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good

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