Relative Something

I am a great fan of the fine art of doing nothing. In a way, doing nothing is actually doing something. Wrap your head around that one.

Witnessing someone doing nothing has a tendency to bother some folks. There are some who are quick to judge harshly, those who do not demonstrate an obvious effort of activity in some way, shape, or form. Sometimes I just have to let those people be bothered. Vacation is an excellent opportunity to do nothing and pass it off as having valid purpose.

Of course, for me, doing nothing is usually a springboard for many, many things to actually be happening. Yesterday, during one particularly enjoyable moment of doing nothing, I became acutely aware of how much sound is generated by wind blowing through a palm frond. It deserves a better description than I have to offer right now, but suffice it to say that compared to the wind sounds I am familiar with from my home state of Minnesota, or neighboring state, Wisconsin, palm trees make a gentle breeze sound like the onset of a dramatic storm. More than once since we’ve been here, I have caught myself looking up to check why the wind sounds to threatening, only to find that it is simply the leaves of the palm tree creating the impression.

During a few other moments of doing what appeared to be a whole lot of nothing, I caught up on reading some of my online community and did some writing of my own. A very enjoyable and entirely relaxing way to spend day 3 of my vacation week. In addition to that, I have again succeeded in avoiding sunburn for another day!  TaDaa!!