Not to Hurry

Do you know where this is? It doesn't really matter. We just stopped our car, and stood looking at the beautiful view. I'm doing that a lot on this vacation; just stopping, looking and enjoying the view. I'm not really sure why I even wear a watch over here. I wake up when I do, make coffee, light a candle and read until Martha wakes up when she does. Our only clock driven reality is between noon and 2 pm when most stores and museums are closed. But that again means a longer lunch, a slow cup of coffee and a walk. 

This vacation more than any one before has reminded me of how much hurry has been in my life. I'm reminded how seldom have I stopped in the beautiful Santa Barbara and just lingered at the view (because, truth be told) I'm usually running late for the next thing. I'm grateful to a couple to friends (you know who you are!) who help me not hurry. 

But not hurrying for 3 weeks is deeply refreshing. What I am trying to figure out is what is the luxury dimension of a vacation like this, that imposes few schedule demands and what are transmittable truths that I can take back into my life and live with less hurry?