I read recently about a man that would occasionally take a day and devote it to doing nothing. When asked to join a friend for lunch he said, "I can't today. Today is the day that I do nothing."
What does it take to be able to spend a whole day doing nothing? And what would it give? In these slower days, I start to hear more, to see more. I wonder if I might ever notice the daily schedule of the planes to and from the nearby airport, the routines of my neighbors, the patterns in my breath. Surely one is always doing something, to some degree.
What courage and calm would it take to relinquish the act of doing? What would one learn? What would one practice?