There was a good period of time the conversation among family members circled around the topic of a broken toaster, an old kitchen appliance belonging to my grandparents. It’s funny the things we remember. It isn’t so much the old broken toaster as much as what it stands for.
I’ve come to appreciate the contrast of things. Things I don’t want versus things I do. The accolade of busyness contrasted with the rising embrace of slow living. It’s in the contrast of things, showing us what is working and consequently, not working. This is the gift of slow living, becoming more intentional in how I spend my time.