Again, it is below zero, the bathrooms need cleaning, I’m concerned about money and the holidays, and the sun is once again not shining. I know for some, this would inspire a frenzy of busyness and planning, but this morning, all I can think of is sitting in a soft chair with a cup of coffee. I don’t even drink coffee!
I’ve been exploring the idea of busyness lately. Not surprisingly, a timely article showed up via snail mail from the Zen Center on that very subject. And in the spirit of taming the beast, I’m attempting to not over think this, rather, just hold it in my unconscious until relevant pieces of the puzzle become available. But some initial thought has produced the following:
- in my effort to appear successful, industrious, and productive, I rush around completing many activities (lots of items checked off the to do list each day) but often feel unfulfilled
- all the busyness isn’t producing a sense of accomplishment
- perhaps it is the measuring of productivity itself that is causing me consternation
So I return to the task of daily living knowing it is not only my attachment to the outcomes but my judgement of my worthiness as a person that creates my Samara. While it is my nature to quantify, measure, organize, and control my environment, surely I know that those tasks are futile. In the end, there is only the mystery of the present moment colliding with the ordinary that creates life.