Sometimes we aren’t very gentle with ourselves. We think we need to be ‘busy’ to define ourselves. I use this term loosely because these days I realize I don’t know what ‘busy’ means, not really. I used to think ‘busy’ was about being wound up and productive, creating something huge and important for the world. (I dragged my children around, metaphorically-speaking, as well, making them ‘busy’ too!) Now I really wished that I had been less ‘busy’ and more in the moment, present. If I had stopped more often I would have noticed just how much I was being blessed along the way. It’s our choice to create heaven. We might knock at the door and find that it is opened to us. We might seek and because we did, find. Today, I did that.