More than just reducing speed within the same order and arrangement of things, slowing down is meeting the imperatives of other temporalities disrupting the linear continuity and taken-for-grantedness of modern militaristic time. The only place to do that is at the crossroads. Where are the crossroads? Everywhere around us, in us. There is no dot, no line, that is not already cross-hatched, shimmering with the manifold.
So, investigate the resolute boundaries between things. Like ants sniff out pheromone trails, follow the grief and the moaning to where it might lead. Treat your children like elder philosophers. Pray to your food as it is eaten. Give art/tension to this world of vibrant agencies which modernity has attempted to tame and hush. And it will come alive and burn like a reignited bonfire.