Today I finished An Other Kingdom, which I've reference before. The final chapter is a collection of various individuals comments on their first read of the book.
Ward Mailliard shared a short poem he wrote. The part that captured me was "Busy is our virus of choice, an excuse… safe." We sacrifice so much of our being for busy and yet it seems to be all consuming. Where one thing gets checked off the to-do list another two things will surely rise up in its place.
I thought it was interesting to refer to it as a virus. This means we have ways to rid ourselves of this. What's the cure for this virus? Is it merely stepping into the unknown and accepting the uncertainty and mystery? Is it valuing our own being over our doing?
Being a Force for Good 