Meditation.

"Hurry is not of the devil," Carl Jung said. "Hurry IS the devil."
That's the quote that struck me so forcefully four weeks ago when I decided to focus upon meditation as a spiritual discipline for UFDN this quarter. Hurry is the devil and, boy, do I know it.

Check out my schedule for the past few days:
Sunday: Starbucks 2 p.m. to close
Monday: class, interviews, write and edit articles, class, Senate until 11:30 p.m.
Tuesday: Starbucks 5 to 10 a.m., class 10:30 to 12:50 p.m., write articles, do Falcon stuff, sleep?
Wednesday: class, Starbucks 3 p.m. to close

Um, maybe it's just me, but that's ridiculous - I haven't had any time for myself to rest. When I get busy like this, I know that one problem is rest for my body. The other problem is rest for my soul. It's no coincidence that the times I become most insecure, most spiritually unsettled, are the times in which I haven't found rest in God.
And I'm saying this at 12:30 a.m. while waiting the finish this week's edition of the newspaper. I have been awake since 4:30 a.m. yesterday, yet I feel strangely satisfied with my musings now.
Rest. That would be a good thing.