I sit. I sit at my desk and work, on the couch and space out, in my bed up against the wall reading. I also sit as a practice. And it is not even sitting really right now...my back and neck hurt to much to hold myself upright; instead it is laying on the floor with my knees bent and lower legs resting on a chair. I do this for twenty three minutes usually, most every night. It is meditation, but that word makes it seem like something more than it is. It is just noticing. I notice my breath, and my weight and how it meets the floor, and the sounds. There are so many sounds in a house to notice. And there are so many thoughts in the mind to get lost in, so that you lose the noticing. When I realize I can't hear the sounds, I realize I am listening to my thoughts. Then I can come back to the noticing. It happens over and over; there is something so comforting in that.

I was talking with my brother a couple of days ago about some changes he is making in his life. Difficult changes. He knows the changes are better for him, but he still wants the other. He told me he can allow the desire to be there, but he doesn't have to do anything about it. He can choose. That choice is so powerful. I find the sitting helps me make those choices with more peace. That is why I will keep doing it.