Keats creates a memorable image of lying “cool-bedded in the flowery grass” doing absolutely nothing. In a world where we think of ourselves as starved for time, such “honied indolence” sounds quite appealing. But, of course, Keats lived before the electronic age. These days, when most of us have an hour to go lie in the grass, we turn on the TV, check e-mail, or peruse Facebook instead. Then we complain of having no time to think. In our distracted world, even fallow hours take discipline. Fortunately, like everything, living intentionally becomes easier over time.
