'Richard from Texas' in the book Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
I was reading this line as I was sitting under our covered porch this morning. It was a warm 24°C/75°F, sunny with a lovely breeze. I looked up and gazed, to the left of me, at the rushing river cascading over the rocks, providing the most exquisite white noise, and to the right of me, hummingbirds flitting from flower to flower next to our large pond. The sentence above struck me as powerful and true. My personality type tends to push on, always feeling there's more to do. Today, I decided to bask in the luxury of reading my book – for the second time. I've been reading for hours and yet I have so many more hours ahead of me to do whatever... today, time was standing (almost) still... perhaps because I wasn't chasing it. What a lovely revelation.