When I look back on my childhood, I was a slow person. Slow like a sloth. My mother always rushed me, but I barely listened to her. I was totally dependent on my mother and never imagined I had to be capable of doing many things to become independent in the future. I never had a problem with the slowness until I had my children. Childbearing has no break. Tasks are flooding in constantly. My slowness was a huge disadvantage.
On the other day, I went for a walk. I tried walking slowly, at the pace my curiosity took in the world. It’s been a while since I walked this way. I felt like I was absorbing nutrients and coming back to life, making connections with the world. I want to live in the wild. I suppose all living things naturally have the ability to hear the voice of the world to some extent. We human have been losing it.
I found moving slowly was the fastest to make connections with the world for me. I might be a real sloth or maybe a plant? I want to be a hunter when I needed though. Could I be a hunter? I don’t know yet. I hope I will be.
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