And the busyness is everywhere, swallowing our lives, making days, weeks, months, pass without us really noticing them. They just float away as if they never really happened. The busyness keeps us in the grey, keeps us from feeling, keeps us from breathing deep breaths that makes us feel alive.

What would happen if we all just skipped that busyness, and started to live, started to live by the gift of creating?

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