Slow

The word “slow” originally meant dull, blunt, not sharp. For our ancestors, slow had nothing to do with time.

You could not cut that mastodon steak with a slow knife. It took too long. Maybe how the connection was made.

As a planet, as a country, as a family, we are slow-ly emerging from this, this thing.

There has been a sharpness to life during the Great Hiatus. A crispness in the air. A crispness in personal interaction, sharper connections, beneath the dull rabble (rubble?) of social discourse.

As we “dull” our way forward this summer in blunt fashion, let’s not lose this sharpness, in our haste to be normal again.