I was rushing. I still often slip back into that tendency.

In this case I was rushing to try and peel a piece of Ginger, so that I could quickly get to the next stage of making the curry, so that I could soon reach the next stage after that, so that I could do whatever was supposed to come next….

….Etcetera, Etcetera.

I was living in an imagined future without getting any pleasure from it - strangely, that piece of ginger didn’t want to get peeled when I didn’t want to be there peeling it - because the only experience was: Hurry.

Of trying to be somewhere else.

As I keep discovering though, when I choose to go slow, life is full of excitement and wonder. Right now.

What a story that piece of ginger could tell me if I was only listening.

And that’s not even the half of it.