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4 Hour Drive

This morning I heard a touching poem in traffic on my way home from Philadelphia. My window to pick up two pieces from 3rd Street Gallery was 9:45 -10am. Embodiment was set to closed in March but covid-19 changed everything, including this show.

3rd Street Gallery, what a professional gallery! From the reception to First Friday gallery talks, to boarding up and keeping all their artists’ work safe during the protests, to a smooth socially distant pandemic-era pick-up, they truly do it right.

Sometimes I listen to audiobooks on long drives… especially when I’m out of practice. There was a time I’d need three tanks of gas in a week. I’ve filled up three times since February! From someone who saw a 5 hour trip into New York and back for a night of dancing as no big deal, a trip across the bridge to the grocery store feels far these days.

This morning I spent more time parking than I did in the gallery. The 4-Hour Workweek helped pass four hours of driving with gorgeous-weekend shore-traffic.

The book was especially interesting near the end where I was caught off-guard. I was so touched by this poem that I feel compelled to share it.

Slow Dance
by David L. Weatherford

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain
Slapping the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.
The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?

When you ask: How are you?
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done,
Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.
The music won’t last.

Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time
To call and say, “Hi”?

You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.
The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through the day,
It is like an unopened gift thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower.

Hear the music
Before the song is over.

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