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Learning to Be Still


I enjoy Facebook. There I said it! With my very large family which is spread out all over the US, it allows me to stay in contact with everyone. I also like checking up on former colleagues, and childhood friends who I haven't seen in a long time. When utilized correctly, I believe that FB provides a valuable tool for folks to keep in touch. 

However, recently I've found myself 'un-following' some people. Not because they posted the now 100th picture (today) of their kid. Not because they re-posted that YouTube video that was in poor taste. Not because their posts are usually heavily laden with words that most would find offensive. No. I've un-followed some folks who find the need to constantly "do." I'm sure you know a few of the people that I'm speaking of. Those people whose posts exhaust you just reading them.

Now, before I'm labeled as a 'hater', let me clarify. I applaud people who can be in California on Monday, New York on Wednesday, and find time to stop by Jamaica on Friday. I guess my question is, "when do you rest? When do you sit still?" It seems as though the art of staying still has been lost. And quite frankly that scares me. People who always need to be 'on' scare me. That's just not how humans are supposed to be. Even in our slumber, our marginal rest is often interrupted. There are chirps from our Twitter feed, beeps from our Facebook responses, blingy noises from our brother on Skype (who has no concept of time) trying to speak to you. The list goes on, and on. Emails, and voice mail all working to keep us 'on'. So when I see another post from someone doing something, again...I cringe.

My cousin recently posted a picture of flowers from her garden. I absolutely loved it! Simple, pure, and beautiful! I'm sure that's just the Free Spirit in me. My ever pressing need to buck the consumerism, and frantic pace that society has imposed upon us. I don't need to be 'on' all the time, and I sure as heck can't take the 100's of posts from someone who is. Contrary to what many believe, being busy doesn't equal being productive.

I called my Grandma the other day, and when I asked her what she planned on doing today, her response was simple, "Not a thing in the world." My Grandma has no need to impress anyone with busyness. I admire that. I strive to have that. You can say it's lazy, but then you'd be missing the point. So, as you continue to post, "look at me, look what I'm doing now," I'll be over here on my back patio watching the ripples expand across the lake. I'll be spread out across my sofa reading a good book with my dog curled up around my feet. I'll be working towards achieving my goal of doing not a thing in the world, and hopefully one day that will be accomplished beachside.

> Wise Spirit 


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