We spend our lives trying to get to some imaginary there, where lasting happiness awaits. What we don't know how to do is to get to here, where we are. We discover well-being when we shift our focus toward this moment and what is actually here.
Today I was whiling away my life on Facebook as usual when I noticed one of my sidebar ads. Underneath this-and-that artist who sounds like Bon Iver I saw something peculiar. "Be a Nun!" it declared. Wait. What?
Early in my life I was told to be careful how I treated strangers because I might be entertaining angels without realizing it. A few days ago a small clan of angels arrived on my patio without my invitation or knowledge.
As the year draws into a close, many of us reflect back to our personal highs and lows. Even people who are not totally convinced of the end followed by a new beginning get pulled into the general feeling of warm hugs, introspection and slowing down.
Is that screen and keyboard often in your hand the greatest personal and professional tool ever, or is it the devil's device, insidiously sucking the time out of your life and the life out of your soul?
The error of the protagonist of the Parable of the Fool was not only to imagine that his life and security could be found in affluence, but that his things actually belonged to him, that he actually owned them.