It’s a whole lot easier to guide something that’s already moving than to overcome the inertia of a thing standing still.

I guess the challenge is to set sail, all the while with whetted finger hoisted into the air ready to sense changes in the winds. To be seeking and searching for guidance.

I am thinking of a friend today who is terribly productive, incredibly kind and giving, and indelibly tuned in. So much so that her life is absolutely frenetic. Forty emails pile up during the hour we share chatting over lunch. I wonder when she rests. I wonder if she sees the need for rest. Whether rest would even be restful for her.

Pace tempts. It tempts us to speed up, to keep up, to fear being left behind. Perhaps it is fear and not pace that is our enemy.

Motion, forward motion, I suspect is meant to occur at an individualized pace. Otherwise it becomes momentum, and momentum may take us past the turn, past the intersection, past the opportunity we are meant to take.

How do we know the “right” speed?