The Art of Sitting has nearly become extinct. Few people know how to sit without feeling the vague pressure to do something else.
When did we get in such a hurry?
My education in sitting began at a young age. Later, I succumbed to the busy years. High school activities, first job(s), marriage, parenthood… but, something was missing.
(Mostly sitting down.)
Then came “the trucking years.” All I did was sit, but at least it was scenic!
After I slowed down long enough to stay in one spot, I remembered the supreme serenity that came from sitting quietly and contentedly. Contemplating something or nothing at all. Simply “being.”
I credit my Dad for that late-in-life rediscovery.
Several years before he passed, I began giving him chairs as gifts (not big ones, although the man-sized leather recliner in his workshop was one of his favorites) to express thanks for teaching me one of the most important lessons in life.
I treasure every moment that Dad & I spent in a fishing boat waiting for a walleye to bite, on the front porch watching corn grow, in the shade of the ash trees “taking a break”, out the dining room windows witnessing a spectacular sunset through the pine silhouettes in the grove, or at his bedside telling “stories.”
Now Dad’s quirky fun lil’ chairs have come home with me. (Wish I’d thought of it sooner… there’d be more.)
I’ll be contemplating their significance for some time to come.
Sitting, of course.
Enjoying a less frenetic pace at the lake,