Today I am happy to find myself sitting on the ground wanting nothing to do – no, not even wanting it, simply accepting that I am enveloped in nothing to do. I begin to understand how nothing to do is its own state of grace, difficult to find deliberately, nearly impossible to recognize. Nothing to do means I can sit and look and let my mind wander, then empty, then fill again, with wonder or with grief, with anything or with nothing at all. “Nothing to do” is not the same as “Nothing can be done.” One is hopeless; the other, the place from which hope becomes possible.
Dominique Browning
Slow Love
I think if we all took the time to quiet our minds, we'd fill our hearts and hope would abound...happiness would prevail.
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