About Method started as an indefinite project. It looked infinite at first, then as if it never really started. This collection will contain exactly 222 posts, come what may.
Perenity can be sustained for a few endeavours only. Most projects must die. Right from the start, programming for the penultimate post
The project does not end as soon as it hits number 222. Posts need to be edited, dots to be connected dots, links to be tightened. The project still needs to be embalmed for the eternity of the Internet.
Showing posts with label stop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stop. Show all posts
§21. One-Moment Meditation
When you don't know what to do next, stop.
When you are about to gnaw your cuticules, stop.
When you forget what you were going to say, stop.
When you know you forget something, stop.
When your heart is opening up so much you fear it will explode, stop.
When tired and the work is done, stop.
§23. 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.
Just Do Nothing
Respite needs no plan. Let go. Breathe. Feel what it feels to become.
Vacate thoughts until sprung back to mind by forgotten urgencies.
Life knows what to do. Pending clarity, just do nothing.
Vacate thoughts until sprung back to mind by forgotten urgencies.
Life knows what to do. Pending clarity, just do nothing.
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.
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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