If my nervous system was a record player I’d say my first 20 years in New York City, I spun on the turntable at the speed of surviving, 78 RPM’s.
When I move to California, I gradually adjusted to playing at 45 RPM’s.
And now, down here in the Lake Chapala part of Mexico, which Paramahansa Yogananda predicted would become one of the major spiritual centers on the planet, my nervous system has slowed to a steady 33 and a third.
It’s as if I am taking a breather with every breath.
Slower, deeper breaths have meant the world to my sense of happiness, peace, and wonder.
I’ve gone from being a defensive linebacker to a wide receiver, a survivor to a thriver.
Looking back, I now see that my spirituality can always be measured by how slow I go. Slow to judge, slow to react.
Taking my time.
Easy does it.
Speed kills.
Slowly is holy.
