by greycoopers

In a world that celebrates faster as better it’s easy to disdain anything slow.  Surely the digital automatic doodad has to be better than its analogue manual predecessor.  And in many situations I wouldn’t argue with this notion.  Word processing on a computer is much to be preferred than pounding on a manual typewriter.  Though I’ve never tried it,  harvesting using a combine seems indubitably better than with a scythe.

But it occurs to me that when freed from the tyranny of productivity and urgency slow is often good.  This seems to be particularly true for anything involving relationships and recreation.  How have you chosen slower in preference to faster today?