By Yvette Givvin, Women of Wisdom student
I hate busy.
This pace, this race to nowhere
To what, for what end?
It’s a mob running out of the theatre but did anyone stop to realize there is no fire?
We can walk out
We can talk and be friends
We can help each other
We can be careful and kind with our hearts
Do you feel the pressure building?
A heavy weight that drops further and further down the line with each generation.
We used to worry about getting into a good college, a career…
Now my 6th grader fears failure
One person can’t stop the race
Call me crazy but I’m getting off at the next stop
You can stay on the train
I don’t know where it’s going
Pssst “you can get off too”
A deep breath, a picnic, a book to read…this is living
Cook a meal with me
Look into my eyes so I can see your soul
Sit quietly with me as we look at the moon
How did we forget the simplicity of Life
Slow down with me
The race is over
There is no finish line
Let’s just watch the grass grow
We don’t need the trophy
Our ribbons are in the sky
Our medals are in our hearts