Life at 60 mph

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My trip to the mailbox to collect the day’s news and bills often resembles the meandering, crisscrossing trail of Billy in the Family Circus comic.

When I stroll down my driveway and across the road, it’s rarely the shortest distance between two points, and it’s certainly not the quickest.

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Near the garage door I stop to admire the velvet petals and deep pink throats of the roses, and I breathe in the sweet fragrance.

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As my booted feet crunch down the gravel driveway, I discover tiny flowers underfoot, thriving in the rocky soil.

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I find common clover blossoms–some white, some pink-tinted–dotting the lawn.

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I stray past the ash tree, sporting tender spring-blushed leaves.

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Near the fence I hear grasses rustling in the breeze, pollen sent kite-flying down wind.

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I stop to peer into red clover at the edge of the soybean field, and the blossom reveals a tiny, jeweled katydid nymph.

When I reach the ditch near our road, I see purple crown vetch leaning against stiff, grass stems, curling tendrils extended.

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I cross the road to our mailbox, but I am distracted by bursts of color–wildflowers sprinkled like confetti on the grassy ditch bank.

I fold the letters and newspaper together, push the mailbox shut, and wait for traffic to clear before walking back across.  A semi-truck roars past at 60 miles per hour, stirring up a whirlwind of gravel dust.

The truck driver probably saw none of the wildflowers.  He (or she) may not have seen me.  How could he notice, when the next delivery beckons, when eyes are assessing the next curve of pavement?

Haven’t I lived my life this way at times, hurrying from work to home to activity to appointment, without any “white space,” without any margins?  When I live life in the fast lane, it may be quickest distance between two points, but I miss so much.

 “In our rushing, bulls in china shops, we break our own lives.”

Ann Voskamp

One Thousand Gifts:  A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

The “slow lane,” the leisurely stroll allows me to experience the details of the world and the life God has given me:  delicate flowers and painted insects, sighing grasses and crunching gravel, silky petals and even gritty dust.

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for your love is ever before me, and I walk continually in your truth.

Psalm 26:3   NIV

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  linking with Jennifer Dukes Lee

  linking with Holley Gerth

  linking with Laura Boggess

Diane W. Bailey  linking with Diane Bailey

 

Posted on June 20, 2014, in Devotional. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. Your post is simply lovely- and there is so much truth to what you have said! I have been guilty of “speeding” through the day many times. What a blessing it is when we stop and smell the roses. I love your beautiful photos and the way you tie everything together. Be blessed!

  2. Beautiful photographs and am excellent reminder to slow down, focus, and experience wonder. Thank you Connie!

  3. Barbara Briggs

    Loved the pictures and the message! Thanks Connie.

  4. Constance,
    These are beautiful pictures and wonderful thoughts!

    I used to live my life too fast as well. It’s a miracle and a blessing to stop and notice the small things. Glad to have found you over at Holley’s link up. :)

    Live blessed,
    Heather @40YearWanderer

  5. Thank you, Constance Ann, for this lovely meander down your driveway! Love the thoughts and the pictures, and that you named each plant, no matter how ‘important’ (or common). ~Joyce

    • I’m glad I could share my walk with you. I have good friends and good books to help me when I don’t know the name of a plant. I didn’t identify the last three: spiderwort, pale beard tongue, and Queen Anne’s lace.

      Thanks for being a faithful reader, Joyce.

  6. Not only are your words wonderful and meaningful in light of our worldly rush, but your photos are wonderfully descriptive without words. I love seeing a Katydid. I have not seen one since I was a girl in Virginia, I think.
    Glad you came by, ~ linda

  7. Hi Constance! Have you ever seen purple clover? My granddaughter is obsessed with flowers, and loves to pick clover. We saw a purple one the other day, just beautiful.
    How blessed to be at a slow pace. That you are given that little window of time to literally ‘smell the roses’ and you take it with gusto! I think God must be smiling very wide when he sees you admire his world…
    Blessings,
    Ceil

  8. Constance, your pictures and prose emit both joy and peace. I’m going outside right now and breathe in some fresh air before I read another post. Thank you for inspiring me to make some ‘white space’.

    Blessings ~ Wendy ❀

  9. Thank you for linking up, your photography of plants is beautiful!

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