We love this poem by new Slowist author Debbie Lewis, perfectly capturing the zen-like simple observations of nature’s calm. It is the essence of being present and mindful, noting in wonder the things that are always around, but seldom recognised for their pure beauty.
SLOW TRAVEL / SLOW FOOD / SLOW PARENTING / SLOW COOKING / SLOW MEDICINE / SLOW SEX / SLOW LIVING / SLOW WHATELSE…
A walk through the Gardens of The J. Paul Getty Center in Los Angeles can end or begin by stepping over a poem engraved in stone on the ground which is composed by the artist who designed the garden. It seems strange that a complex of buildings so perfectly rendered in white granite can bring such a heightened feeling of fluidity to the observer; solid and immovable granite and the flowing quality of water have been captured seamlessly.
“Then the shadows moved sideways, shifting the sunshine inch by inch from the terrace, and the lizards disappeared, and the valley deepened and darkened back into color and the hills cooled and hardened into scarred contours of ocher and crimson, and it was evening – another day which Chamberlain and I had wasted.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (29 June 1900 – 31 July 1944) was an author and an aviator. His most famous written work is the novella ‘The Little Prince’, a deeply engaging and moving tale exploring what really matters in life through the eyes of an alien child-prince.
gobbet /ˈɡɒbɪt/ noun [BRITISH] a piece or lump of flesh, food, or other matter.“a torn-off gobbet of flesh” […]