It's the quiet life for me. In preparation, perhaps, for my eventual return to the eternal silence, from which we come and to which we belong. Just being, I suppose, with what we have done, and what we have failed to do, in the time that was ours to show/discover/make our peace with our stuff. What is your stuff, by the way? How are you doing with it? What are you doing with it? The time is coming, you know, when time's up. And what's done is done. What we do with what remains of our time in the meantime can be an extension of what we have done with it up to this point, or an expansion, an evolution, an exploration of possibilities unconsidered up to here, now. Whatever we do with what's left of it, my recommendation is that we allow it to call us forth, to bring us out, into what still might be-- by being quiet and listening/looking for what stirs within and emerges, arises, to lead us into the adventure of discovering what more there is than we ever thought could be.
It is easier to find and do what is wrong than what is right. What is bad than what is good. Where not to be than where to be. Where we have no business being than where we belong. Where do we belong? We can't be in such a hurry to find it that we jump for anything. It takes time to know what we know-- to know what clicks, what resonates, with us on a level beyond appearances and presumptions, and wishful thinking. Where do we belong? What belongs to us? Where have we been that was "IT"-- or close to IT? If we were looking for it, where would we go to pick up the sent, to find traces, to be in the presence of where it was once, perhaps not long ago? It is worth every minute it takes to find and be with what is right, what is good, where to be, where we belong. It is the most important thing. Everything falls into place around that. What do you have to do that matters more?