Finally, after weeks of sorting, downsizing, packing, and then unpacking, I am finally sitting here doing absolutely nothing. Or, I was right before I started to write this blog. I wasn’t thinking about where I put the pack of lightbulbs I bought, or if I should check to see if I have enough cat food. I wasn’t thinking about which blog is due when, what the next writing assignment was going to be, or even what I was going to make for dinner. I certainly wasn’t thinking about the big picture that is my life, my work going forward, or what I would or wouldn’t eat on Thanksgiving. I was doing nothing, and in that nothingness, I was perfect and so was my life.
When I practice doing nothing (and it is indeed a practice), nothing is more important than that I breathe, drop down into my body and connect with the presence of all that is around me. I feel the chair beneath me, my feet touching the floor, the cushion behind my back and the reflection of the white snow on my face through the window. I notice the squirrel on the opposite roof slipping and sliding in the snow. I watch three crows soaring across the sky with the wind. I am one with everything and everything is one with me. Most importantly, for a writer, I start to feel the words that I will write in my journal when I am done with my “Nothing Practice.” Just as meditation helps us to connect to our authentic selves, nothing practice helps us to authentically connect to the rest of the world. ” Behind writing, behind words is no words,” author and teacher Natalie Goldberg tells us. “We need to know about that place. It gives us a larger perspective from which to handle language.”
As soon as I am done with this blog and post this week’s writing assignment, I may go back to nothing for a while. It’s a good place to be for a writer.
Peace and blessings.
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