Sitting is Underrated

My wife, T, is on this unending quest to keep me moving. Let’s go to the gym, go for a walk, take dance lessons…I know, it is healthy but I have come to the unpopular conclusion that sitting is where it is at. No, not sitting in front of a television on a couch or behind your desk at the office, but outside in an area where you can really watch people. No iPod pumping music through your brain, no iPhone to check emails or Google facts – just yourself sitting, watching and listening.

I am amazed when I do this, how I perceive the world differently. It is as if the world enters slow motion mode. I remember that I used to do this with my mom. I would study her face, memorize her little bird nose, and that her thumbs could move in all directions because she was double-jointed. I would study her course black hair, her beautiful flawless skin, and her never naked lips (always wore red lipstick). The words were usually few.

One day in her later stages of dementia, she was holding my hand. She looked down at our hands interlocked and said, “I like your hands.” This was an interesting comment from my mother of over fifty years. I guess maybe she never had time or the deep reflection to tell me that before.

So, I vote for more sitting. Do it this weekend. Sit in front of your favorite coffee shop just for thirty minutes. Watch the innocence of children as they drink their cocoa with whip cream on their nose, or love in action as a couple reaches out for the other’s hand or the sun heating your face. Stop, sit, and listen – you may discover abundance in life once again.

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