The Field That Didn’t Rush

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Told by Moo Moo, Minister of Slowness and Soft Landings

There once was a field where no one raced.
No one hurried. No one compared.
The grass was uneven, and that was fine.
The clouds were slow, and that was fine too.

Every being grew at their own pace.
Every flower bloomed when it was ready.
Every thought was allowed to take its time.

One day, a traveler entered the field.
They had been rushing for so long, they forgot how to stop.
But the field didn’t demand anything.
It just was.
And in time… the traveler sat down.
And for the first time in many years, they rested.

That field never asked for speed.
It only asked for presence.

So tonight, be like that traveler.
Let the grass grow as it will.
Let your thoughts rest like clouds.
No pressure. No pace. Just peace.

Moo Moo is resting too.
You’re safe now.

Goodnight.

—Moo Moo 🐄
Minister of Slowness and Soft Landings
Mythocratic Republic

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Soft dreams, Bard-President.