Wanna find God? Simple. Drive slower--God doesn't break the speed limit unless somebody's pregnant and needs to get to the hospital.
Wanna find peace? No problem. Let the worries of your driven self race on ahead while you stay behind with what's left.
Wanna be joyful? Easy. Chew slow enough to taste your food. God prepares a table for us every day--and even though it's often in the presence of our 'enemies,' each bite of God's cooking is too good to miss.
Do these and similar things figuratively and literally.
By 'literally' I mean at least once a day drive slower than usual. Use your car as a hermitage. Be kind. Make room for others on the road. Take the scenic route.
When you feel anxiety like a squirmy bunch of catepillars in your gut, pick one, just one, and watch it until it metamorphs into a moth or butterfly and under it's own power flies away.
At 3:45 in the afternoon say to yourself, "How about a nice cuppa tea?" Then put a kettle on and call the time it takes to boil a sabbatical.
All those wise ones over the years are right, you know?
Going faster than the actual speed of life keeps us perptetually just out of reach of what life actually can be--Real, Pithy, Delightful, Full of Flavor.
Wave your wand. Take one small step...backward. Exhale. Move at the pace of Life.
