Comments on: Slowly does it

By: Helen

Helen — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 23:27:34 +0000

sitting down and listening carefully to a record – savouring it… vinyl lives

By: Rebecca

Rebecca — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 05:00:44 +0000

I have rediscovered the local library. What was once a thing of my childhood is now a great slow thing. Wander to the library, peruse the shelves of books for some treasures and come home for an afternoon of reading.

By: Jennifer Zalme

Jennifer Zalme — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 00:06:34 +0000

I have just had a precious warm on the back porch morning moment with my kleine hond, Blossom and my two pussii, Mimi and Lulu. I am well into my copy of “Slow Melbourne”. I love love love love love love love the book. Buy it read it!!!!!!!!!!

By: Libby

Libby — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 02:24:27 +0000

Breastfeeding my nine week old son at 2am and having nothing to do in the night light but take in every tiny little detail of him, his tiny fingernails, the dimples on his cheeks, his new baby smell – there is no rush – each second is savoured as all too soon he will sleep through and I will have no one to silently and secretly love in the middle of the night.

By: Irene Young

Irene Young — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 04:27:46 +0000

Slow for me is 5.30pm sitting in my
sunroom looking at the changing
light over the water with a glass of
wine & the latest Dumbo Feather

By: Jennifer Zalme

Jennifer Zalme — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 10:47:22 +0000

I had the most spectacular moment with one of my pussii today. It was a bit tooo coool to sit on our back porch with the wind ‘n’ all. While I was checking my email Mimi was watching me from her spot in the sun by the window. Her eyes caught mine and we seemed transfixed for about a minute. She seemed mesmerised. She then “moved”, prewted, (purred and mewed at the same time) and walked across the back of the couch and my keyboard to sit on my lap to cuddle me and smooch me, making dough on my jumper as she does. Only this time she is more focused and passionate. I love my cat(s). She (and Lulu) has(ve) kept me sane through many insane moments over the past 10 years that they have been with me. We retired to the sofa and spent the afternoon mooching under a doona. Yum. Bliss. >”o,o”

By: Danuta

Danuta — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 07:11:27 +0000

My life is full of everything, and the universe tends to crack a pace that far exceeds my ability to navigate space and time, so I decided to make some serious slow changes. My best one at the moment is catching the train to school with my seven year old. It’s actually faster than the car, but ride goes forever. We chat, I do her hair, I learn all about the kids at her school while sitting facing her. We walk down the road and kiss each other good bye at the gate. The best slow moment of all: “I love you mum!” I can relive that one all day.

By: Alanna

Alanna — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 04:12:03 +0000

A favourite slow moment :
Sitting on the lawn with my cat right up close to our ancient hedge, listening to the scurry of small unseen creatures making their way through the sun-shot labyrinth of a million layers of musty leaves and all of the secrets they hold.

By: Karan

Karan — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 03:11:01 +0000

Taking my seven-year-old son to Little Athletics on a Tuesday evening. It’s all rush, rush, rush to get there… then there’s nothing to do but sit, ponder, wander round the oval, watch my son dawdle back to the start line to run the 50 metre sprint again, smell the sausages sizzle on the bbq, chat, and smile at the warm fuzzy feeling I get from being involved in my local community.

By: Curtis

Curtis — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 02:26:34 +0000

Slow Saturday afternoons, cooking curries. Grinding, chopping and dicing, then blending everything together over a slow heat and letting the scents waft through the house while we stir and talk over the week that was.