A chainsaw growls in the gorge less than twenty meters from me as I sit on my stoep. It is LOUD. It is insistent. It sounds like my mind: “Gotta edit the newsletter asap. BZZZ. Gotta get back to twenty people on my to-do list today. Bzzz. Gotta get my head around social media being a fun playground. Bzzz. How will I respond to that bitch on the Whatsapp group? Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.
All the while, like an unheeded jewel in my lap, is the stillness of Source itself, and directly in front of me, a daisy bush.