At the speed of a sloth

Not the speed of lightning.

No where near the speed of lighting.

We’re talking the speed of a snail.

Or a turtle.

Or a sloth.

To my American eyes, that’s how it looks.

that’s how fast crises get sorted out.

There’s (almost) always a solution

An answer.

A way.

But don’t expect it to be quick.

And don’t expect it to be the solution you’re looking for.

Sometimes, in emergencies, or crisies, I want to put on my American “get it done…NOW” hat – and try to make things happen.

I want it to be efficient.

And logical.

And most importantly, done…finished…solved.

And then I remember that there is a way (even if it seems like there isn't).

There are systems (even if they are very frustrating to me)

And if I wasn’t here to intervene, the problem would most likely be solved eventually.

And in my better moments, I get to take a step back and acknowledge the truth and beauty, the compassion and grace that is all around.