People often ask how they can incorporate Slow Love into their daily lives. What I am trying to get at, with Slow Love, is a form of mindfulness, one that doesn't come of meditation, really, but rather from paying attention to the gifts all around us, everywhere, every day. I can appreciate the benefits of going to an ashram, or joining a religious retreat. But the problem starts when you rejoin the world: how to hold on to that sense of serenity and connectedness to something deeper and greater than your own small life? So I've approached it from the other direction--not by retreating from the world, but rather from being more open to it, in more focused ways.
Yesterday I crunched my way across a friend's lawn, and peered down to see what was causing the trouble under my shoes, only to find a scattering of chestnuts, fallen early from their tree in the intense heat of the last week. I brought a few home to study and admire them for a while. Their color is rich and gorgeous; they have a burnished patina. They're sexy little things, aren't they? It suddenly struck me that they seem to be wearing thongs! They look a bit intimidating, with those medieval spikes on their shells. They are hard to crack. You have to wait until they are ready, and then they burst open and give forth their riches. Just like some of us.