Showing posts with label stop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stop. Show all posts
2011-11-28
2011-10-28
Future Signature
I know you want to delete and redo everything. Take some time off. Step back.
What you did was OK. It was not perfect. It was not what you needed.
It was fun while fun lasted. Resist the urge to restart from scratch. Do not resist your desire to stop.
Take stock. What you'd like to keep. What you'd like to throw away.
What will resurface is your future signature.
What you did was OK. It was not perfect. It was not what you needed.
It was fun while fun lasted. Resist the urge to restart from scratch. Do not resist your desire to stop.
Take stock. What you'd like to keep. What you'd like to throw away.
What will resurface is your future signature.
2011-09-07
Closure at 222
Perenity can be sustained for a few endeavours only. Most projects must die. Right from the start, programming for the penultimate post might very well be first thing to be on a blogger's mind.
About Method started as an indefinite project. It looked infinite at first, and then it started to look as if it never really started. This collection About Method will contain exactly 222 posts, come what may.
For now, there are 188 posts, 189 with this one. So there is a need to find a way to say everything else in less than fourthy blog posts. Some will close this year, some other will fill up some previous slots.
This does not mean the project will end as soon as it hits number 222. Posts need to be edited, dots to be connected dots, links to be tightened. I feel the need to embalm the project, for it to rest, facing the eternity of the Internet.
About Method started as an indefinite project. It looked infinite at first, and then it started to look as if it never really started. This collection About Method will contain exactly 222 posts, come what may.
For now, there are 188 posts, 189 with this one. So there is a need to find a way to say everything else in less than fourthy blog posts. Some will close this year, some other will fill up some previous slots.
This does not mean the project will end as soon as it hits number 222. Posts need to be edited, dots to be connected dots, links to be tightened. I feel the need to embalm the project, for it to rest, facing the eternity of the Internet.
2011-04-07
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2008-12-18
Count to Five
Breathing in, I calm my body.
Breathing out, I smile.
Dwelling in the present moment,
I know this is a wonderful moment.
[**Being Peace**, Thich Nhat Hanh]
Researchers [1] have rediscovered that breathing can help control heartbeats. And so there seems to be a fuzz around cardiac coherence these days. Here is the first exercise usually prescribed :
Set a timer to three minutes. Start it, then hide it away. Breath out while counting to five ; breath in while counting to five. Repeat breathing cycles twenty times without looking at the timer. Repeating the exercice three times each day, the breathings should near three minutes. If one adds to this exercise the focus on the plexus, one gets something like the meditation of the heart.
And so the mind calms itself and joy happens. And so goes off the indignation regarding the consumerization of practices belonging to human public. Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone completely beyond. Praise to awakening.
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[1] For instance :
Bernardi L et al. 2001. Effect of Rosary Prayer and Yoga Mantras on Autonomic Cardiovascular Rhythms: Comparative Study. British Medical Journal.
2007-08-31
Just Stop It
Feeling numb? Lacking plan? Don't panic.
Think about not thinking. Breathe deep. Close your eyes. Look around. Smell the coffee. Forgive and forget. Let it all go.
Meditate, contemplate, take a nap. Listen to your heartbeat. Caress the power of silence with your navel. Observe your humanity. Be thoroughly dead.
Mobilize, use the force, cut the crap. Let your body do the talking. Take a walk, on the wild side if you must. Jump. Throw away stuff. Dance. Cook. Sing. Send postcards. Shower. Shave. Floss. Please yourself.
Keep faith. Desire, energy, and inspiration will come back soon enough. If not, write about your writing block.
Think about not thinking. Breathe deep. Close your eyes. Look around. Smell the coffee. Forgive and forget. Let it all go.
Meditate, contemplate, take a nap. Listen to your heartbeat. Caress the power of silence with your navel. Observe your humanity. Be thoroughly dead.
Mobilize, use the force, cut the crap. Let your body do the talking. Take a walk, on the wild side if you must. Jump. Throw away stuff. Dance. Cook. Sing. Send postcards. Shower. Shave. Floss. Please yourself.
Keep faith. Desire, energy, and inspiration will come back soon enough. If not, write about your writing block.
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