On Slowing Down

I have learned to adapt into drifting gracefully by taking one day at a time. I must pause doing things that deliver me fast to weariness and let go of situations I cannot hold anymore.

Now, I found writing as a balancing act. It is an activity done sitting down. It does not cause blood pressure to shoot up, it only cause your heartbeat to slow down.

I got an inspiration, again from my writing idol, Wilfredo O. Pascual, Jr., a two time Carlos Palanca Grand Prize Winner for Literature, on an essay he read in 2004 from the book, The Best American Spiritual Writing.

In Joyas Voladoras, Brian Doyle wrote about and compared the hearts of hummingbirds, whales and men. " Consider the hummingbird for a long moment" he writes. " A hummingbird's heart beats ten times a second. A hummingbird's heart is the size of a pencil point. A hummingbird's heart is most of the hummingbird...

" Each one visits a thousand flowers a day. They can dive at sixty miles an hour. They can fly backwards. They can fly more than five hundred miles without pausing to rest. But when they rest, they come close to death: on frigid nights, or when they are starving, they retreat into torpor, their metabolic rate slowing to a fifteenth of their normal sleep rate, their hearts sludging nearly to a halt, barely beating, and if they are not soon warmed, if they do not soon find that which is sweet, their hearts grow cold, and they cease to be …

“ Hummingbirds, like all flying birds but more so, have incredible enormous immense ferocious metabolisms. To drive those metabolisms, they have race-car hearts that eat oxygen at an eye popping rate. Their hearts are built of thinner, leaner fiber than ours. Their arteries are stripped to the skin for the war against gravity and inertia, the mad search for food, the insane idea of flight. The price of their ambition is a life closer to death: they suffer heart attacks and aneurysms and ruptures more than any other living creature. It’s expensive to fly. You burn out. You fry the machine. You melt the engine. Every creature on earth has approximately two billion heartbeats to spend in a lifetime. You can spend them slowly, like a tortoise, and live to be two hundred years old, or you can spend them fast, like a hummingbird, and live to be two years old.

- Joyas Voladoras by Brian Doyle from The American Scholar

Wondered what a hummingbird is? It’s “Anga-wit” for Caramoanons.

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