Slow Movement

The Slow Movement advocates a cultural shift toward slowing down life's pace. It began with Carlo Petrini's protest against the opening of a McDonald's restaurant in Piazza di Spagna, Rome in 1986 that sparked the creation of the Slow Food organization. Over time, this developed into a subculture in other areas, such as Cittaslow (Slow Cities), Slow living, Slow Travel, and Slow Design.

Geir Berthelsen and his creation of The World Institute of Slowness presented a vision in 1999 for an entire 'Slow Planet' and a need to teach the world the way of Slow.

Professor Guttorm Fløistad summarizes the philosophy, stating:

The only thing for certain is that everything changes. The rate of change increases. If you want to hang on you better speed up. That is the message of today. It could however be useful to remind everyone that our basic needs never change. The need to be seen and appreciated! It is the need to belong. The need for nearness and care, and for a little love! This is given only through slowness in human relations. In order to master changes, we have to recover slowness, reflection and togetherness. There we will find real renewal.

The Slow Movement is not organized and controlled by a single organization. A fundamental characteristic of the Slow Movement is that it is propounded, and its momentum maintained, by individuals that constitute the expanding global community of Slow. Its popularity has grown considerably since the rise of Slow Food and Cittaslow in Europe, with Slow initiatives spreading as far as Australia and Japan.

Read more about Slow Movement:  Slow Food, Slow Gardening, Slow Money, Cittaslow, Slow Parenting, Slow Travel, Slow Art, Slow Media, Slow Fashion, Slow Software Development, Slow Science, Slow Goods

Famous quotes containing the words slow and/or movement:

    The Cretans are always liars, evil beasts, slow bellies.
    —Bible: New Testament St. Paul, in Titus, 1:12.

    Cited by Paul, this remark is attributed to Epimenides.

    Suppose these houses are composed of ourselves,
    So that they become an impalpable town, full of
    Impalpable bells, transparencies of sound,
    Sounding in the transparent dwellings of the self,
    Impalpable habitations that seem to move
    In the movement of the colors of the mind....
    Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)