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Don’t look for me, I’m really not there, even when I am here. Don’t call me, the phone will not be answered, even though it is nearby. Don’t email me, though I will read what you have to say, I will not answer. I am on retreat, though not going back to where I came from, it is not that going backwards kind of thing, but neither is it going forward, just simply being still, being present. I’m here though, really I am, but am rather unavailable at the moment, though not hiding, just presently indisposed to the active world. It’s been this way for some time now, perhaps too long for my own good, for how can a career move forward when you sit quietly … just being present. I hear the calls, I hear the whispers, even the shouting, but I can’t respond or react because that is my choice, though it will not last much longer. Just being is creating, all that is missing is time, and that is always there, ready to strike, ready to pounce in the wink of the eye, that is when—the I is ready.
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