I bought this at the Macalester bookstore before sending it to Peter last winter break. Coincidentally, he had it sitting on his table when I arrived at his house a couple days ago. I read it over the course of his race day, in the small town of Lexmond in the Netherlands. Although the atmosphere was a bit hectic, it was nevertheless an appropriate setting to read such a book because “you can practice mindful sitting wherever you are… you can create a meditation hall of your bus or your train,” or even the tented area next to the finish line of a professional cycling competition, as Dutch men delete beers all around you.
This was a concise and accessible introduction to the practice of “sitting.” It felt almost too simple, but I guess that makes sense for a book like this with its given subject. In a way, mindful sitting is a simple practice, too many words would distract from that truth. The ending was my favorite. I would have turned on the spoiler alert for this review, but I think we all have this knowledge already, somewhere inside of us. Let it out.
“In the beginning, you and the Buddha are separate. Then you come closer… The Buddha doesn’t exist outside of the breathing and the sitting. There is no breather. There is no sitter. When there is a high quality of breathing or sitting, when thoughts, speech, and action are full of mindfulness and compassion, you know the Buddha is there. There is no Buddha outside of these things. I am breathing. I am sitting. There is the breathing. There is sitting. There is no one breathing. There is no one sitting.”
I = Buddha, You = Buddha, I = You