Carl talks about invoking your inner tortoise to slow down to a workable speed. Admittedly, my tortoise typically rears its head in the form of a head or chest cold. It seems to be the only way to slow me down to a plodding pace of sheer nothingness. Funny enough, I had bemoaned a sense of insufferable inaction before I even got sick this weekend. I made the mistake of placing it on my Facebook update on Friday afternoon. Within minutes, my literary agent was reminding me of the power of slow (it is, ironically, the name of my own forthcoming release)…

And so we are once again reminded that everything has a time and place. While we all struggle with the cult of speed (Lord knows my daughter reminds me that everyone has her own pace), it is important to remember we do not need to ride the wave at all times. It is also okay to stand at the ocean’s edge in comfortable silence and in the wisdom of time spent outside the rush and flurry of activity for its own sake. In fact, there is goodness and healing in allowing your inner tortoise to stroll along the sand for the sheer pleasure of doing so.