Slow down, you move too fast

A reader and fellow blogger, Campbell, sent me an email the other day with a poem that reminded him of me and my posts on Pop. He wasn’t sure if it would help or be any comfort but wanted to share it nonetheless; it was.

Do not hurry as you walk with your grief;
It does not help the journey.

Walk slowly, pausing often,
Do not hurry as you walk with your grief.

Be not disturbed by memories that come
Unbidden; swiftly forgive.

Be gentle with one who walks with grief.
If it is you, be gentle with yourself; swiftly
Forgive, walk slowly, pausing often.

Take time. Be gentle--as you walk with your grief.

I suck at doing things slowly. As I’m sure you can imagine, that makes life with ME/CFS and fibromyalgia considerably harder than it would otherwise be. I want things done now or, preferably, yesterday. The hardest thing to learn when I first got sick was to slow down. But that’s a topic for another post. Suffice it to say I need to learn to slow down and take things as they come. Thanks Campbell, for the gentle reminder.