I started down the sidewalk at my usual fast pace. My daughter & her daughter did not. Two at the time, Sonia stopped to look at flowers, touch tree bark, squat down to inspect bugs.
My daughter's wisdom let her do it. Why rush a two-year old for whom every crack in the sidewalk is a discovery?
Why are we in such a hurry? It is my mantra. Sacred experience requires slow looking. We knew that once. Some still do.
What gourmet wolfs down food? What art lover rushes through a museum? Would a classical pianist play an adagio fast? Would a rose lover just take a sniff? What do the blind teach us about touch? 
Great parents, healing caregivers & loving leaders understand the wisdom of slow. But they call it honoring life by paying attention.
To rediscover the "ordinary" I have revisited mixing color with black & white. I look forward to showing these pictures to someone who knows the wisdom of slow. My other granddaughter is now two.
-Erie Chapman
Photographs recreated 2017 by Erie

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