Doing nothing

You can tell that we're getting into a bit of a routine, a new normal.  Despite all that is happening around us, there's a sense of being isolated from it all in our little village.  Like being a fly on the wall ... watching, but not being involved.

I'm still reading from Charles Williams, and came upon something to chew on:

"For as far," he added in an unwonted outbreak of anger, "I have done nothing at all.  Nothing. I have been only a useless loquacity."

....

"You may have been more than you know," the Hajji put in.

"Oh I may...", Lord Arglay said.  "They also serve who only sit about and chat.  But after believing in God---"

"Ah but you do!" Chloe cried, "and is that doing nothing?"

I think that goes deep.

Anyway... despite being a fly, life has been so very busy.  I now see why Dad wonders where his days have gone.  I certainly have gotten a lot done around the house, and work has never been busier.  I've been told to slow down... that's not happening.  

I wonder if maybe I need to find time just to believe... and that's not doing nothing.