It’s no secret that if you live in Brevard, NC, the local grocery store (Ingles) is more accurately referred to among the locals as “Mingles”. There is no such thing as “running in for a few groceries”, because you are sure to meet more than one person you’ve not seen in a while, and you will stop to chat on an isle for a moment or twenty minutes before continuing on with your shopping. And just so you know, I am guilty as well. Nothing better than catching up with your neighbors between the milk and the eggs!
Last week as I was literally running in for just a few things before I had to hurry home to prepare dinner for our guests who were due in less than an hour (yes, I admit I crowd way too much into most days), I patted a neighbor on the back and tossed a hello over my shoulder as I marathoned out with my cart. Her words lingered at the back of my neck….”….always in a hurry. Never takes time to stop and chat…” Albeit true, the words stung me. Yet I didn’t turn around and stop to see how she was doing, because after all, I had dinner to cook and deadlines to meet!
Sadly, this was the second time in less than a week someone had said something similar of me. And I have begun to ponder the truth in the accusations.
I do tend to be about the moment I’m in. If that’s shopping, it’s shopping. If it’s merchandising my booth spaces, that’s my focus. And while that doesn’t mean I won’t stop to chat with you should you catch me in the middle of my frenzy, it just means that I may not linger, or my words may be edged with distraction, as my mind was in full gear somewhere else before the interruption, no matter how pleasant that interruption may be!
Even as I am squeezing in this moment from the fleeting minutes of my own self-imposed hurry of painting furniture, I am anxious to get back out and complete my task before the winds rise and the temperature drops. It is, afterall, February, and winter is still upon us.
For days the lyrics from an old Simon & Garfunkle song have tumbled through my head. Maybe you know it too
….Slow down, you move too fast. You’ve got to make the morning last…
So this post is about just that….slowing down and looking at each moment as God gives it. To be cherished, embraced, bewildered by or simply caught in the gasp of delight as you linger in the breath you’ve just inhaled. Please allow me to share a few of this week’s joys with you from the booths of Burlap & Lace, located at The Garage on 25 in Arden and at The Marketplace on Locust in Hendersonville, and even a few from home.
May you find your peace in the hush of a new day….
4 thoughts on “The hushed, unhurried life”
I feel ya! I think there’s a difference between being “rude” and being “focused.” I’ve often been so engrossed in whatever I’m working on that I don’t hear when someone speaks to me. We just have great concentration! haha. But we do treasure the moments we can slow down and enjoy. Love you, Connie!
I love this post and can identify—time to slow down a bit and just enjoy, right? Love the pics and still have to make it to your new locations. I promise I will!
I need that enamelware table/chair set! Where and how much?
Isn’t it great?! It’s at the Garage on 25 in my space (which is downstairs). The chairs are $12 each and the table is $79! What a deal!!!