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This week I am taking a self-imposed vacation from the temptations of those distractions that keep me tethered to lost time. I’m logging off social media and pushing the seductivity of on-line convenience a little further from my reach. I’m filling my hands with laundry and hardback books, pencils and puppy play. I’m turning up the volume on my phone to keep myself open to emergencies, but stowing my device out of sight so that I stop reaching to fill moments of restlessness with an virtual wandering among inspirational quotes and glimmers of artful expressions of living.

It is a week that begs greater attention and a clarity of intention as I navigate complicated questions in search of honest answers; the quiet of my resolution drowned too quickly by the noise of so many distractions. It is an imperfect exercise in balance as I stay open to the necessity of e-mail correspondence and the serenity of these written meditations, but it is a much needed reprieve from the false assumption of availability that extorts time and attentiveness from greater personal consciousness and emotional connectivity.

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