Over the course of one twenty-four-hour period, between the two of us, five Zoom calls take place in our home. Necessary, some of them; productive, a few of them; but when I realize what has crept into this sanctuary I want to scream “Stop!”
How easily busyness invades our space before we even realize it’s happening. It’s good, this technology that enables us to stay connected, to do business, and to attend events we might otherwise miss. But, like most things, too much of a good thing can become something else.
I want to listen more than I speak and give more of my attention to growing green things than loud and unimportant things. I want to embrace silence as a presence. I want to remain unplugged even after everything’s plugged back in again.