I stopped by to ask her how she was doing, how her family was.
This disease of being “busy” (and let’s call it what it is, the dis-ease of being busy, when we are never at ease) is spiritually destructive to our health and wellbeing. Smart phones and laptops mean that there is no division between the office and home. One of my own daily struggles is the avalanche of email. I am constantly buried under hundreds and hundreds of emails, and I have absolutely no idea how to make it stop. Twenty percent of our children are living in poverty, and too many of our parents are working minimum wage jobs just to put a roof over their head and something resembling food on the table. The old models, including that of a nuclear family with one parent working outside the home (if it ever existed), have passed away for most of us. In many Muslim cultures, when you want to ask them how they’re doing, you ask: in Arabic, that you inquire about? In reality, we ask, “How is your heart doing at this very moment, at this breath? I want to know how your heart is doing, at this very moment. Tell me your heart is joyous, tell me your heart is aching, tell me your heart is sad, tell me your heart craves a human touch.
It saps our ability to be fully present with those we love the most in our families, and keeps us from forming the kind of community that we all so desperately crave. I’ve tried different techniques: only responding in the evenings, not responding over weekends, asking people to schedule more face-to-face time. We now have a majority of families being single families, or where both parents are working outside the home. Examine your own heart, explore your soul, and then tell me something about your heart and your soul.
We are living with my fiance.he is fed up also .works.. But my son .now to the point where his bedroom is never clean.doesnt even take showers..
I cant tell u the last one he had.have been weeks ago..hasnt shaved.is in the same clothes for a week now..