I'm under doctor's order to sit still twice daily and do nothing for 5 minutes before recording my blood pressure.
It's killing me!
Sitting still for 5 minutes? I'm not good at it.
My productivity parameter gets perturbed.
I readily resist "doing nothing" and perhaps this is why my blood is pressuring me!
Yes, I sit still for a movie, reading a book, or engrossed in a deep conversation. But sitting still, staring into the abyss, suspended under the auspices of relaxation, well, that causes me stress.
'Doing nothing' is a curious phrase, as arguably we never do 'nothing'. For one, our biological functions are always going, even as we're wondering if we're wasting time.
In fact, the continuity of bodily functions is what life is all about. Literally!
And I want mine to work well.
So I do deep breathing and think.
Think about sitting still,
Think about wasting time,
Think about how I'm wired to produce results,
Think about how efficacy is important to me,
Think about how I may need to alter this way of thinking if I want my blood pressure to come down.
Amid all this mandatory mindfulness, this lovely little poem by my dear friend, Luci Shaw showed up.
I think ninety-nine times
and find nothing. I stop thinking
and right on my tongue is wisdom
for this single hour.
A reminder of my predilection towards productivity, perhaps sitting in silence, not even thinking, (is it possible for me to not think? I think so…) might be just what the doctor has ordered for the pressure in my life.
Or for this single hour.