I can smell the French-pressed coffee sitting on the counter. Scotty's car is backing out of the drive. The house is still. The only sounds are the buzzing of my laptap and the c-l-i-c-k-i-n-g of the keys as I type. With a busy day ahead, I may not have a moment of quiet like this until I crawl into bed tonight.
How to stay present in the busyness? How does one keep herself from becoming intoxicated in this media-drunk world? We have become numb to the ear-splitting cacophony of work and whining kids and tv and Twitter and sprinting from one task to another. We feel the need to fill an empty moment with something productive. Like a factory run by the unrelenting task master of time, mass-producing a commercially wrapped product of success in the form of a clean home, beautiful pictures on Facebook, well-behaved, talented kids, a nice body, or ______ (fill in the blank).
How do we hear that still, small voice over the roar of it all? The voice that offers us peace. Peace.
How do we remain present in our own lives? To hear our loved ones and see their needs?
How do we put down the yoke of the urgent to be present and available for the important?
Somehow, I don't think the answer is more time...
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