This spring I heard the story of an unusual home sale. The seller had an odd condition for the buyer – every morning they were to go sit on the porch and listen to the birds.

Seriously?

Like I could just drop everything at a moment’s notice? I’ve got a job. Not to mention laundry, cleaning, shopping, cooking, and carpooling. Did I mention exercise? Sleep? Writing?

And yet, a part of me responded to the idea. How would my life be different if I spent a little time on the porch? Slower? More relaxed? With a better perspective on what’s truly important? Would I be more aware of my surroundings? Would quieting my soul cause me to hear the still, small voice more clearly?

The more I thought about it, the more I longed for the chance. But I don’t have to buy a stranger’s house to go sit on the porch. I have one of my own. (Not to mention a comfortable recliner inside in case of inclement weather.)

Now, I only have to make myself get up from my desk and head outside.

What about you? Do you need to go sit on the porch? Where is your “porch?” What do you gain from sitting on the porch?

Sitting on the Porch
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  • August 10, 2010 at 1:21 pm
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    >Candee,
    I like your suggestion. I've got a patio by the back door where I plan to rest and meditate I soon as I get off Computer.

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