When my Dad was reaching the end of his life, I realised that life was moving faster than I could keep up with. Things just seemed to have a momentum that was beyond my ability to process. With my Aunt Betty I had the same feeling. This went on a few years and it took a while for me to catch up with life again.

When my Mum went into aged care it was similar but thankfully my Mum didn’t look like she was going anywhere soon. It seemed to settle back down to the pace I was used to. Then a type of relief settled in but it was the relief of life happening a little slower than it had been. A little less hectic and now I tend to live a simple life.

I am more mindful of when I eat. I am trying only to have what I need. I was eating out a lot on the weekends and it was too much. It doesn’t affect my younger friends in any way. My gut just keeps getting more pregnant with food. Food is somewhat compromised due to modern farming and bad oils to name a couple of culprits. 

Big cities rely on speed and momentum. Nature is never in a hurry but still gets everything done to paraphrase LaoZi.