A Full Season, a Centered Life
by Ida Williams Growing up on a farm, I learned that fall meant hurry. There was work to finish, a harvest to bring in, and weather that would not necessarily cooperate. The days grew shorter while the list of things to do seemed to grow longer. These days, my work looks very different, but that feeling is familiar. I am often thinking about the next assignment before I have finished the one in front of me. What if an email comes in? Someone may be waiting for an answer. If I can just get this done, I can get to that. Even when there is a pause, I sometimes find myself waiting for the next thing that needs my attention. Recently, I came across an article in Epoch Health about “hurry sickness.” The phrase certainly caught my attention. I recognized that sense of always being pressed for time—and how easily it can follow us through the day. It also made me think about what I can learn from the monks and nuns of New Skete. There is plenty of work here, and much of it comes with deadl...