I nearly mowed down some daisies last week in my hurry to get on. The act of pausing, deciding and mowing round them produced in me a rush of exhilaration from this tiny act of rebellion. It was a vote for what seemed important.
It reminds me of the experience of a client yesterday who described himself as ‘the conductor of an orchestra which couldn’t keep up’. This referred to what was going on inside his head as well as with others.
We practised slowing down, protecting pauses and noticing physical sensations.
The experience was almost intolerable and deeply uncomfortable.
It’s the sort of thing that becomes possible when accompanied by a trusted partner. It delighted, but didn’t surprise, me when there followed an expansive awareness of possibilities and perspectives which had hitherto been completely hidden.
Rather like some daisies unfolding and appearing right in front of us.