One month since my Kripalu retreat and ninety-five percent through with Pema Chodron’s Living Beautifully with Uncertanity and Change. I find myself making significant strides in exiting from the “Rat Race” and entering the “Humane” race — I’ve maintained my early morning meditation and spiritual reading before jumping into the craziness of the world wide web. I’m sticking pretty close to getting to bed before 10:30. I rarely listen to the radio in the car anymore, and watch less television. I try to allow negative emotions only the 90 seconds they are recognized by the brain and then let them go. I’ve been pretty successful in avoiding the drama of others and I’m learning that doing nothing is a difficult practice.
The Art of No Thing is realizing that we don’t need to be productive twenty hours of the day, that reading, napping, walking or just sitting in silence are important “Tasks”. We need to rest the mind, body and spirit, not just through sleep, but in the practice of mindful rest.
This weekend I was practicing being present while picking black berries with my stepfather and reviewing all the vegetables in his garden. Spotting a hummingbird with my mother, while we did dishes together. Listening to an elderly neighbor relive her recent vacation while I carried her groceries. Watching my cats sleep. Not much of a weekend by the standards of many, no big journey, no adventure or entertainment — Just a lot of No Thing special. But it was all precious.
I have nothing to recommend.