In slow times I ask myself what can I do. What I cannot do is be bored, I chuckle. The answer is clear when others grumble about having nothing to do, but when it’s me in their shoes I am lost within mountains, confident that after the next ridge the answer will be revealed. It’s not that what lies ahead holds the answer; it’s that the stillness of now isn’t the answer. Are we all chuckling?
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