The mountains and lake truly called me to come and walk. The voice of deadlines exuberantly competed. Who could deny the value, gentleness, and even necessity of either voice? But sometimes quietly, sometimes vigorously the voice of Now whispers and says “Simply here. Simply here, now.  As is.” I sat on my little porch with my cup of coffee as the wind chimes danced and sang in the wind. Oh no, not the vista landscape of mountains and lake. Nor the ticking off the list of must get done.  In fact, if asked what I was doing, I’d probably reply “nothing.”  And yet, somehow, it was as if I was doing everything as the wind chimes sang and danced.