By Daniel Paiz

Weekends are not always taken advantage of when it comes to resting and recharging. Some folks listen to oldies, especially of the low and slow variety. Reflecting and resetting with family and friends and people in your circle is what some folks do.

This poetic entry is about those times, reflecting on times previously spent doing so, and reminding ourselves why it is necessary. Too often one doesn’t give themselves permission to rest. It is pretty vital to truly live this thing called life.

Low and Slow Sundays

Malo’s Nena echoes across the house as rays of sun greets these notes,

and Sunday resumes to both rest and reset during times

both turbulent and enjoyable.

Trips to worship and trips to consume bookend a day

that reveals how one lives life when taking a spell to exhale.

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Reminiscing about replicating abuela’s sugar cookies,

but seemingly missing the right pinch of love she added.

While none of us were made to be like Tita in the kitchen,

there’s a reverie in the room of gathering where hunger ceases.

Being fed more than just chiles and horchatas in familial company

replenishes sources that have guided us along the path of life.

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Low and slow,

“Whatever melts your paleta” as an old friend used to say,

eternity rests in the stretched-out goodbyes

of the solar sphere on the horizon.

These moments remind us of our existence,

rekindles our purpose for ourselves and those we hold close,

because outside of these tender times and resplendent recollections,

time is tough and turbulent against just trying to be.

Bonus info

Here is your chance to listen to the words you just read above.