Thanks to my friend Brynna for sharing this poem with me. This Is the Time to Be Slow by John O’Donohue This is the time to be slow Lie low to the wall Until the bitter weather passes Try, as best you can, not to let The wire brush of doubt Scrape from your heart All sense of yourself And your hesitant light. If you remain generous, Time will come good; And you will find your feet Again on fresh pastures of promise, Where the air will be kind And blushed with beginning. From

On the day when The weight deadens On your shoulders And you stumble, May the clay dance To balance you. And when your eyes Freeze...