An act of DEEP S L O W N E S S

when the anxiety peaks and the stresses become too much

Hi! My name is Sam. I am a Gardener and Storyteller of the Soul who weaves shamanism, story-telling, spiritual counsel and earth-based wisdom, to create a gentle and profound space for healing and transformation.

Welcome to Soft. Simple. Still. where like gentle butterflies that land upon your hand, soft words will land in your heart for profound healing, stillness and simplicity.

Photo by Krzysztof Niewolny on Unsplash

Slow.
Let us go slow.

Let us pause and feel our feet upon the ground.

Slow.
Let us go slow.
When the world around us keeps moving
and moving
faster
and faster
becoming busier
and busier

Let us go slow.

Slow.

Let us go slow.
When the breath becomes too fast
and the heart is racing
Let us go slow.

Slow.

Let us go slow.
Like a snail
soft and slow.

Let us go slow.

Slow.

Let us go slow.
Let us appreciate the tiny
the minuscule
the detail.

Slow.

Let us go slow.
Let us notice the wrinkles
and the grey hairs,
and the tired eyes.

Slow.

Let us go slow.
Let us take the toothbrush
and brush our teeth - SLOW.

Slow.

Let us go slow
Let us feel the bristles on our scalp
Stroke
by stroke
by hairbrush stroke.

Slow.

Let us go slow.
Let us speak slower.
And type slower.
Let us write slower.
And read slower.

Slow.

Let us go slow.

Some things can wait.
Let them wait.

Some things have to be done.
Let them be done.

Slow.

Let us go slow.
Let us feel the tides rise up
and feel the waves on our feet.

Slow.

Let us go slow.

Let us feel.
Let us acknowledge.
Let us name.

Slow.

Let us go slow.

Let us take our time
when the anxiety peaks,
and the stress increases
and the world seems too heavy.

Slow.
Let us go slow.

Slow.
Let us BE slow.

Slow.

And in the slow
And the conscious
And the mindful
there is a key.
And a door.
And an invitation to enter.

Slow.
Let us be slow.
Let us open the door.
Let us enter.
Let us sit beside the one
who sits beyond the door.

Slow.

Let us be slow.

For the one beyond the door
may be scared or worried
fearful or grief stricken
angry or confused
anxious or in pain.

Slow.

Let us go slow

And let us reach out a hand,
in the silence.
In the stillness.

Slow.
Let us be slow.
And let us sit.
And hold hands.

And
be slow.

What does it feel like for you to slow down and observe the finer details?

What is it like for you to slow down when the stress and anxiety is building up?

How do you slow down and come back to centre?

Have you ever become slow enough to reach out to the timid and anxious within? What was that like? What did that heal?

In honour of those who experience stress and anxiety
may you find some slow moments in your life,
and in the slow
may you find peace.

Until we meet again,

Blessed be.

Through storytelling we heal.
May you find my words open doors within that can soothe your heart helping you to create a soft simple still life. Thank you for your support.