This blog is so sleepy that days can go by before I even think about checking in. And they did. It seems odd that the more caught up you are in the moment, the faster time goes. You would think a jam-packed agenda would slow down your perception of time? Like, wow, I did all that today? It should have lasted forever. But, full speed ahead. Holidays don’t budge. Like it not, next week is Black Thanksgiving.
The older I get the more I like slow songs. I didn’t have the patience for that stuff when I was younger. I used to skip right over the ballads on records. Slow songs were for girls. I wanted to get wild. Now I can listen to slow songs by Coleman Hawkins, Lester Young Duke Ellington, Billie Holiday, Peggy Lee and George Jones all day long. And still time slips away.
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tonight, sam cooke
Hi Paul, Friend of Andrea and Rich out here in SF. I teach yoga and this post reminded me that once Only the fast, fast, faster poses interested me. The slower ones were for I didn’t know who. Now, decades later, I realize the whole practice is in the deepening details of the slower poses. Love your blog!
Linda