tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960060657339262513.post1043775300557358246..comments2023-10-02T21:42:57.764+08:00Comments on a mermaid in the attic: A small poem in praise of slowness...A mermaid in the attichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01139858546037879539noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960060657339262513.post-74364267486832766882010-04-22T16:59:25.954+08:002010-04-22T16:59:25.954+08:00There is nothing like slow time to really connect ...There is nothing like slow time to really connect with what is important. A lovely poem and a reminder for us all to enjoy the slowly slowly rhythm of life. xxCarol Anne Strange https://www.blogger.com/profile/03754641845220443208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960060657339262513.post-74653765277051374062010-04-22T16:25:46.942+08:002010-04-22T16:25:46.942+08:00Thanks ladies! Actually Michelle, when I thought ...Thanks ladies! Actually Michelle, when I thought about it, I CAN move quite fast sometimes, once I've finally made up my mind what it is I want to do...it's the procrastinating and prevaricating that takes up so much time! Ruthie, I'm hoping to move my family to the countryside, possibly next year. I crave peace and space to think and work, and I also want my girls to have fresh air and space to play and explore. My parents-in-law moved a couple years ago and are loving it, and the interesting thing is that, while in the city we're surrounded by so much 'stuff to do' that I think we get blase about it, and actually don't do anything, whereas in the country, people seem to make more of an effort because there isn't as much going on all the time. Special events become more special.A mermaid in the attichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01139858546037879539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960060657339262513.post-8859622589285074262010-04-22T15:59:39.046+08:002010-04-22T15:59:39.046+08:00That is a beautiful piece of writing, one to be pr...That is a beautiful piece of writing, one to be proud to put your name too ;-) i totally agree with you, what is the rush. The very reason i moved my kids & i up to this deliciously quiet corner of scotland was to escape the mad rush of life in the city. i heard folk grumbling that it was like stepping back in time in these parts, oh yippee thought i, just the place i yearn to be. and it is! a slower rythm, things get done when they get done & its wonderful, so much more time to notice. have a grand day x xRuthie Reddenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09544345949078281235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960060657339262513.post-4576266103843482062010-04-22T04:46:33.306+08:002010-04-22T04:46:33.306+08:00I like your poem. And your attitude.I like your poem. And your attitude.dinahmowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00052642938090553088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960060657339262513.post-67601491266273849132010-04-22T04:43:55.784+08:002010-04-22T04:43:55.784+08:00I am the complete opposite, I am a "woman of ...I am the complete opposite, I am a "woman of action" haha. If I get an idea in my head, then watch out. I just don't know how to move slowly and enjoy things. I've tried. <br /><br />Mabye I should have a slow motion day? <br /><br />I loved your poem anyway : ) <br /><br />p.s. hahaha, my word verify is hypereeMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16762157882102534963noreply@blogger.com