Slowing down is a strange experience, at once soothing and terrifying. Many of the stresses of our productivity-focussed lives fall away, but also busyness can be a mask for all the sides of ourselves we don’t want to admit to. You take it off and what’s left? I never met a tree, or a badger, or a river with these worries. It’s all a construct. Slowing down just allows us to see this world for what it is; to see ourselves for what we are. It brings the question to mind always: why do I want this? And clears space for honest answers to form. Living slowly also helps to discover, beneath all the crap, a deep love for the world, and each other.