On Sitting
Sitting is an art that isn’t getting passed along. People these days feel as though they have to be doing something. If they are not working, they are jogging, or playing tennis or golf,or taking courses to improve their minds or bodies-or they are parked in front of TV .Sitting in front of the TV isn’t sitting- it’s watching.
People used to sit a whole lot. You would walk down the street or drive down the road ,and there they would be out on the doorsteps,sitting. You could go down to the store and sit on the bench out front in the summer or around the fire in the winter.There were sitting benches out in the town square.At the garage,there were sraight-backed chairs.There among the oilcans and tires and spare parts,you could kick back and sit.
Houses used to have sitting rooms,wher the grow-ups would go after Sunday dinner.Mon and Dad ,Grandpa and Aunt Ruby would sit and digest the fried chicken and talk about Aunt Ethel’s illness, and how well the minister did today. Outside, the childen would play,and the afternoon would pass by in a comfortable haze.
That sort of thing looks like doing nothing.A recharging battery doesn’t looks as if it’s doing anything either.Sitting restores your soul.If you want to enjoy a truly life,don’t just do something-sit there.
