Bubbles in a bottle

Sparkling water can get you into a lot of trouble, like when you try and open the bottle just as a quiet moment settles on a group of people, before the sermon starts. Laughter erupted, and the holy moment probably broken.
Sometimes I feel just like the bubble trapped in a bottle, and just the slightest indication of opening the bottle, the bubbles just leap out of their confinement, and splashes all over anybody close enough. Irrespective of the moment. Sometimes its a burst of energy, that energies everybody around me, and sometimes - yes you guessed it - its like blazing flames, scorching the poor souls around ME.
So the next time I tried to have a sip of the water, I made very sure that the bottle stood still for a while, tapped it a bit to make sure that their would be not unexpected eruptions, and this is probably excatly what I should do when its building up, when I can see that this bursts will not be filled with laughter and energy but with hard words, unneeded advise and facial expressions that just tell you - get out of my way.

Such good intentions of which the road to heaven is paved.

On which on side of being lies doing

So on the one side Darren, we do to much, we hurry along, we don't stop and have not idea on the where there the roses are growing - let alone smelling it. We tend to keep ourselves to busy, with the "right" things, and like Martha we prepare, "we - cook" and for relaxation "we cook some more", and like Martha we live on the edge of missing out on the the good stuff.
Maybe we get lucky - God intervenes, we get shocked into stillness, and realise that we have been hurrying along so fast that we missed out on LIFE, and then we hopefully start BEING.
We breath, we sit at His feet, we listen, we learn, we understand something about hte quiteness inside.
I realised that this quiteness is the place where I meet God, where he finds me, where I can hear His quiet voice.
And then I sat. With no need to control, no need to arrange, to "cook' to impress, I just revelled in being - quiet ( OK knowing me you realised at this point that I still had a lot to say, but for me not to do, was huge)
So here is the question I'm pondering, when and how does the doing borned from being begin, when is the doing free of pretence, and truly grew from the knowledge that quietness is the birthplace of doing - where do you cross over to the other side??