I was born and grew up in rural Pennsylvania with a Pennsylvania Dutch heritage. Recently I visited my brother and his family who still live in the same area. Now don't get me wrong, we were not Amish and did not get around by horse-drawn carriages, but on my visit, I was somehow comforted to see that, in this day of technology threatening to take over, some people still find that horses go just fast enough.
As I sat and watched this one-horse mode travel down the road, my mind took me back to simpler times, when hurrying from pillar to post wasn't as important as smelling the roses. As I age I've slowed down from my younger pace, but there are still moments when I feel rushed, stressed, pressed for time.
I've made a vow that, when those times crowd in on me, I'll take a moment and picture myself moving down the road, enjoying the clop-clop of horse's hooves, smelling the roses along the way.