Etymologically the word free has it's roots in beloved, friend, to love. Today, a close friend revealed that one month ago he gave up his twenty year old office job and stopped, just like that. He'd been running, thinking and driving his time, living in the future and the past. I wanted to hug him for the courage in his action, for following his instinct, for his dream of being free, for choosing to measure his days in the growth of his fruit trees and to live with much less, not more. I share with this friend : a taste for the monastic eating of leftovers, an over zealous work ethic and a life that I try to shape to fit my bones. Today, he inspired me, made me remember, we only have one time round this clock, in this body, spin it to the rhythm of your heart.
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oh yes, spin it to the rhythm of your heart...
Oh that's beautiful. I will have to try and remember that as I am often tempted to fill my time with more more more. Stepping back sounds like a blissful idea.
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I am glad you could understand stepping back. When I tell this story to some people, they look terrified, associate stopping with breaking down and crashes. It's like we live in a world where people lack the confidence to believe they can choose, albeit in an imperfect rough and tumble kind of way, how they spend the time they breath from dawn till dusk.
PS Amy, I am also terrible at stepping back. I am also a more more more, that is why I love what my friend did.
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