One I afternoon I sat beneath the coral tree in my backyard and wrote a poem about how being "busy" serves as an illusion of meaning and a distraction from fear. The following day I saw an article by Tim Kreider titled, The 'Busy' Trap. Ordinary Magic abounds! I took it as a sign that they should be included in a post together.       I used to be busy, I was important of course- Had meetings, had parties, no time for remorse Pounding the pavement, calendar crammed tomorrow, tomorrow Can’t you see I’m slammed? Workdays, workouts, working my world Downtime was no time for this little girl. I used to be busy, Faster than fast- A frantic, frenzy of. . . Read More >>