Day 18: miles walks so slow

Every day when I walk miles to school,  I have to pull him to the side so that others can pass.  He floats along like a balloon meandering from place to place eventually drifting haphazardly to his destination.  

I used to be bothered by slowness.  Bothered by the inconvenience it caused others that were trying to pass or the lack of productivity.  I like to get things done. I like to check things off my list.  You can't get a lot out of your day when you are daydreaming and floating down the street. 

But miles has taught me the gentle way of slow moving. There is a place for it,  even for hurried go getters like me.  

At the start of the year I made the contious decision to let him go at his own pace and we'd get there when we get there (within reason). He doesn't like conversation really so we don't talk much.  But I look at what he looks at and try to be present with him. 

I don't think about much while we're walking but something in my deeper brain must click into place or defrangment or something. Because the slowness and maybe more importantly,  the permission to be slow starts me day with an openness to be touched or changed or greeted by God and by my work and by the world.  It opens me to some sort of possibility that is outside my plan. 

There is a season to get things done.

But there also is a time to be unhurried. 

One of so many beautiful lessons that Miles has taught me.