That Summons for Jury Duty — An Invitation to Be Here Now

Want to practice mindfulness – being fully present and aware of the here and now and nothing else?

Then get yourself called up for jury duty in Judge Harbin-Forte’s courtroom at the Hayward, California, Hall of Justice. There, you’ll spend a couple of days in a context — a culture — where the norm is to actually listen to what other people have to say.

During jury selection, for example, your job as a prospective juror is to pay attention and listen carefully to other prospective jurors as they answer questions about their life experiences –:

The potential juror whose father was killed in a hit-and-run accident. The one whose mother was struck by a cement truck and is still in pain. The woman who had three back surgeries. And the jock who, fearful of losing his scholarship, played college football despite a painful knee injury.

The Courtroom as Zendo

It’s a setting as quiet and orderly as a Zendo, and the jury duty experience is an exercise in mindfulness. There are no distractions. Cellphone use is not allowed here. Neither is eating or smoking. And, while the court is in session, there’s absolutely no reading, no texting, no googling, no conversation.

You are to pay attention in Judge Harbin-Forte’s courtroom. The mind is to be alert and focused, starting right now, with jury selection. No daydreaming. No thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow. The judge’s instructions – the law – require you to pay attention.

I was not selected as a juror, so I was excused on the second day, as soon as a jury was empaneled. But those two half-days were a nice little vacation for me – from home, work and the computer keyboard. It was relaxing. So nice to be allowed – required – to pay attention to just one thing at a time.

Unlike the antic graphics of “The Colbert Report” or our kitchen TV screen tuned to CNN with its multiple scrolling messages and talking heads drowning each other out – one and only one person at a time was permitted to voice his or her thoughts in Judge Harbin-Forte’s courtroom.

Minding My Manners in Scottville, Michigan

Life should be more like this, I thought. This is civilized. This is a set of norms I’ve experienced only rarely since I sat in my Aunt Ruth’s living room in Scottville, Michigan, one afternoon many decades ago.

My nonagenarian grandmother was there; so was a sprinkling of farm-bred aunts and uncles. I’d flown in from California, where my very coastal young friends were in the habit of getting together to talk – all at once.

My relatives, on the other hand, had seated themselves, not in several small conversation clumps like my talky friends, but around the periphery of the room. Everyone could see and hear everyone else, and no one seemed to be in a conversational rush. One person spoke at a time, and if something funny happened to be said, there was time to laugh before the next person spoke.

Of course, one might argue that retired Midwestern farm folks are not so much laconic as short on material. Aside from fishing and eating pie, there’s not much to do, let alone talk about, in Scottville, Michigan. Somehow you’ve got to make your stories last till suppertime.

A Nearly Forgotten Social Skill

Truth is, I think my country aunts and uncles were on to something. My friend Jake – a super sophisticated LA type who advises big political muckety-mucks – once gave me some advice to take along on the promotion circuit that’s coming up for my book, Wrestling with God.

When I’m being interviewed, he said, listen to the question. Give it my full attention; don’t get caught up in preparing an answer while the question is still being asked. And then, before speaking, take a couple of seconds to organize my thoughts. What is it that I truly want to say?

Judge Harbin-Forte, my Aunt Ruth, my friend Jake – the message is the same. Do I really want to load the dishwasher, talk to my husband, watch “Project Runway,” and wipe the chicken grease off the floor all at the same time? Or would I like to see how it feels to do one thing at a time? Maybe, for example, keep quiet and listen to somebody else talk until they’ve actually finished saying what they have to say.

© 2015 Barbara Falconer Newhall

A version of this essay first appeared on www.BarbaraFalconerNewhall.com, where Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life, family, books, writing, and her rocky spiritual journey. Her interfaith book, Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith will be released early 2015 by Patheos Press.