I have a funny feeling that life may be conspiring to slow us down.
We can either heed the call, choose a slower life, or not. What if the marginalisation of feelings is the root cause of our living life as if we are on a high-speed highway? Flow, which is all the rage these days, is not talked about in the same sentence as being manic, rushed or urgent. I wonder if flow and feelings are bed-fellows?
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