I watched a Youtube video on 15 minute dinners. Ways to cook dinner quick. Mad rush in the evenings to fit an entire life in. A life put on hold because of working during the daylight hours. Quick, quick, make dinner. Eat it. Hurry. So you can put the kids to bed. Or relax. Or do anything but cook and eat.
Some folks like to take their sweet time whilst cooking. Slowly chop and onion. Feel the satisfaction of a sharp knife sliding through the crisp layers. The gentle sizzle of cut onions in a pan. The creaminess of sauce coating spaghetti.
Why is it always a mad rush?
Where is intentionality in living?
Why does life feels like a horrible race?
Even when not racing?
I bought a really lovely book called ‘Slow Down’. It’s full of little stories. The story of a snail making silvery trails across the garden. The story of a bee collecting nectar from dahlias, and pollinating an entire garden as it buzzes about drinking from it’s straw-like tongue.
Gorgeous little illustrations.
My son and I pored over the book today.
He is ‘scared of the big snail’.
You see, we were collecting snails in the garden yesterday. Well, no. I was weeding a border and I kept pulling snails out with the weeds so I lined them up for my toddler to collect. The snails were small and green, and fit nicely in the palm of his hand. I pulled out a larger brown snail, and he gazed at it in wonder. I watched his eyes flit from his line of little green snails, to the big brown one. Light up. Make to go put it at the front of his little snail army… but just then the snail decided to peek out and see what was going on. Two tentacles for eyes grew out of the shell and my son threw the snail in horror.
‘Don’t like that one, mama. Put it away.’
‘Okay lil chap. I’ll put it away’
So I tucked it away in the weeds again.
That night he kept waking up and saying he was scared of the big snail.
And the next morning as I was leafing through my ‘Slow Down’ book, he noticed the page on the snail and he was fascinated by it. We looked over every inch of that page. Every illustration. The snails looked exactly like the big scary snail we found in the garden, so we talked about that too. We talked about how it leaves a trail, and how it comes out when it rains and hides away when it’s sunny.
We ‘slowed down’.
And I just thought that was meaningful in some way, but don’t quite know how yet. I feel like I want to slow down more often.
Slow down in the kitchen.
Wash the dishes and enjoy it, maybe. Allow little hands to help me hang out laundry. Make a fifteen minute dinner, but observe my pasta. Relish in the gentle simmer of a tomato sauce. Ladle some soup into a bowl. Nice and clean ceramic, smooth hot liquid. Brush hair softly. Feel the locks in my fingers.
Why rush the kids to bed.
Go upstairs slowly. Listen to my boy telling me stories. Even ones where he says he wants to squish all the woodlice. Listen. Breathe.
Beautiful, Lenora. I need to get that book for myself! I think you discovered something precious and vital here… how to step out of the race. I wish you much lingering and observing in the moment, even if that moment is only 15 minutes. Enjoy.
P.S. And I love your snail story. My grandson says the big ones are guardian snails who protect the magic trees. 🙂
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It’s a lovely book! i am lucky work is slow at the moment, that I am able to step out of the race to observe. I know it’s very hard for lots of people to do that. One has to make a conscious effort all the time. Your grandson is epic, Diana. You must have rubbed off on him! 😀 Love that they’re the guardian snails and am curious to know which trees are the magic ones so I can look out for them.
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The really really big ones are the magic trees, Lenora. My grandson often finds gnome gems buried in its roots. 🙂
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That’s simply wonderful. That’s made my day. I’m going to think about this when I see big trees on my walks 😁
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Hide plastic gems in the bark or at the base when the kids aren’t looking. 🙂 They’ll love it.
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Brilliant idea! My son would go crazy for that! At the moment he is obsessed with a broken jug we found at the foot of a tree while we were out walking. I don’t know why he is obsessed with it. He keeps talking about it and sometimes I catch him telling himself a story about it. We didn’t bring it home or anything but the imprint of it is stuck in his head! I’ll definitely do the gems 🙂
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He’ll love it. My grandson has a special gnome tree that been feeding him (plastic) gems for 7 years. Fortunately, I find them around the house and reuse them or I’d be broke. Lol. Enjoy.
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What a lovely discovery, with your child, to slow down. Some people never discover this.
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Life feels like such a rat race. We slowed down so much during lockdown but once things began to open up again it became a mad rush all of a sudden. You forget to enjoy the small moments when it’s all a rush. I’m glad I discovered it. I think children have a lot to teach us about life.
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If only children led us. Except at dinner time, then all we would have is chicken nuggets and ice cream. Wait….on second thought….. 😉
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Hahahaha… as an adult I confess I have had chicken nuggets and ice cream for dinner more often than I would like to admit!
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Lovely. I do feel rushed at everything.
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Thank you 🙂 I hope you have moments of peaceful contemplation amid the mad rush of life.
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