It certainly is more productive than worry.  Worrying is a puzzling habit.  More of an addiction actually.  It is the mind’s fierce desire to judge and discriminate out of control blasting into the future or hovering like a vulture over the past, looking for carrion–dead events to rip further apart.

Ick.  Well, that’s really what it comes down to.  And flights into the future circling possibilities has some mapping uses.  But living in the air above nothingness is certainly distracting when driving 70 mph on the freeway enroute to work in the dark cold winter morning.

This here and now is a gift.  Here.  Now.  Clicking keys, stiff shoulders, apartment sounds. Readings waiting.  In prayer.

She who rushes ahead, stands on tiptoe, leans on other–doesn’t stand still.  I claim openness to this hear and now.  Ha, yes, to hear the now.