April 2017 Oasis Odyssey

by Leslie Ackles

What is Your "Addiction"?


What is your “addiction”?

  • Chocolate
  • Shopping
  • Control
  • Worry
  • Facebook


Mine is busyness.


This has been my main “addiction” for years. Those who know me best have listened patiently as I lament my lack of time to get everything done.


Recently I received the gift of an intestinal bug. I was completely down for the count for 48 hours. I did only those few things that called to me:

  • Reading a book
  • Taking a nap
  • Sending long overdue messages to friends and family


Before this gift of illness, I was out straight preparing for my upcoming workshops, designing, planning, creating handouts, buying supplies.  And I was filling any free moments with email, errands, even completing items from my next day’s ‘to do’ list!


This being laid up for 48 hours led to some lovely discoveries.


My discovery? All was ok. I was able to take 48 hours and do only what called to me and everything was ok. I was prepared for all of my engagements. Nothing fell between the cracks.


My deeper discovery? I realized that I stay busy in order not to have to figure out and take responsibility for my time. To not have to listen to what might be a scary call in the silence.


So what to do with this new (or renewed) discovery? I apologized to myself for filling the emptiness with busyness. And I gave myself permission to slow down.


Maybe it is time for me to fill the voids that appear in my life, not with busyness but with what my soul is calling for me to do: savor nature, read, be with my grandchildren and be present for my life. The actual title of one of my workshops is Be present for your life.


Do you have an addiction?  If so, what is your addiction? Name it. Notice it. Then, consider slowing down to listen to what you have been avoiding… and take a baby step into the fullness of your life.


“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life,

and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die,

discover that I had not lived.”

-Henry David Thoreau