Two nights ago I was driving along in silence.
I heard a voice “day clear” say “Deer. Two. Ahead. Slow Down.”
I acknowledged it. Slowed down. Kept driving.
10 minutes later what do I see.
One shoots out into the road and just stops.
She stared. The other stayed out of the street and watched until I stopped. I sat there, shoulders soft, face relaxed and marveled at the beauty of the deer as they passed along.
Since I’d both heard AND heeded the message to “slow down” there was plenty of space to just stop. The pause was easier than it would have been if I’d been speeding along.
My rational mind is all like “well you live in Georgia… there are deer you know that. No big deal. It’s a sensible thought to have to slow down at night in case you encounter deer.”
Yet I know this was something beyond rationality speaking to me that night.
I wonder if my mind would have been all crowded and jumbled up, if I would have been able t hear such a clear message? Even if would have been able to hear through the noise, would I have trusted the simple wisdom to slow down?
If I had been “so busy and rushing” would that deer and I have met a different fate?
Instead of pausing and seeing each other, then merely passing through, would we have collided? Or at the least, would I have tensed up and been shaken at their sight versus taking in their beauty and waiting for them to pass?
That’s the thing.
So much rushing around leads to inner and outer collisions. And missing some awfully simple and beautiful moments.
Ever wonder what we miss because we can’t hear the quiet wise voice saying, “Slow down.”
Or we hear it. Don’t trust or value it. And decide to override it.
Are we too busy to slow down?
But not to busy to crash?