a querry in Ubin

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Histoires pour les enfants - A dormir debout - Story to sleep

20 Aout 2006

Histoires pour les enfants  - par ludovic Odier

Once upon a time, little Babe is in her bed and when she closes her eyes to sleep, she can see something very big, slowly moving towards her.

The night has fallen inside her eyes

The night has fallen inside her eyes,... millions of little dots are moving all around.

They are like (sand) small grains of sands, moving in lines, some horizontally, some vertically, some doing zigzags.

They are like the lights of cars in the streets at night

They are like the millions stars of the sky, in Summer in the country side.


They are like a huge fireworks that you can see from far far away and though feel you are so close.



And slowly, it seems that the day is coming. A block of daylight, like a big cloud is pushing darkness and settle down... right there.... in front of Babe's eyes - inside her 2 eyes softly closed together.

 

There is a bird
 

There is a bird, and another bird... a dady bird, and another, a mumy bird. They are flying in the day sky. And their flight is like the dance of the stars, Like the grains of sand. They fly across following invisible lines, sometime horizontally from branch to branch, vertically from the nest to the ground and back up again. Or many times they zigzag among branches ... telling each other how much they love each other and how happy they are to have little baby birds waiting in the nest. 

  
  

Then mamy bird, bring a little worm to the babies, then look around, perched on the branch along the nest. She looks right, looks left, she looks up than she looks down… and here she goes down, all the way down the branch, the tree, the forest, meadow, the valley. She flies down to the river, the beautiful river

 

There is a river 


There is a river, a beautiful river, with clear water and blue reflections.

The reflections are blue, light blue and sometime, when the sunlight become bright, the same reflections become blue-green.

  

Like the grains of sand, like the birds, they go all around, the reflections....some time all the way down the river, vertical to the bottom or sometime along the river bed, in line horizontals or sometime in zigzags following the curves of the river.

   

Down the river are many stones, some big, some small, like pebbles, turning around gently with the current and like the grains of sand, like the flock of birds, and like the blue and green-blue reflections - they  - too - turn around in all directions and they go down, down the river, along with fishes, frogs and mosquitoes
  


Down the river is the bigger river and further down the sea, the ocean. The big sea with blue reflections, dark blue reflections, sometime green-emerald and darker and darker a bit like the night when it falls and millions, millions of little dots are moving and moving around, like sand grains, like stones, like birds, like millions of stars and a huge fire work far far away.

    


There are stars, there are planets, there are reflections and the golden sun

  

Sunday, October 3, 2010

this morning

Holidays... waking up to beautiful day... it is a little bit late - 7.00AM - compared to my ideal 5:30AM... never mind. I open the door and can see the beautiful garden, the frangipanis and many different palms... the clear blue sky... I step forward, grab a magazine and sit comfortably on the coach, ready to devore whatever pages will grab my attention.

Then... i stop for a while... what am I doing? Why am I jumping on a magazine like a beast on a piece of meat? Which benefit will I derive from it? Did I ever plan and desire ardently for it? Or is that just the impulse of a moment - as I step out of "my" night, gaze around, breath out in the open air.... Why is my mind stopping there... zeroing on this decision? What is resting there?

As I stop... I reflect.... why? I do feel like a beast... some lower instinct has been at play... I can feel that.... As I ponder... something feels about right? there is a real breathing in this paused moment.... a paused moment - combined with a suspended action...

And the thought of a "detached" magazine - a magazine hanging there and without much necessity - is bringing quiet............ [unfinished]

balances and imbalances, beyond excitement and depression

Dealing with deep imbalances in my life
Between excitement and depression
Motivation and fears and worries
Sent from my iPhone

Maybe there is a greater sense of balance
once we integrate those movements, those pendulations, oscillations

One of the idea I am making mine - maybe as part of my spiritual training - is that these ideas could drop.
Excitement... this is temporarily... Where does it come from? some new ideas? so ideas of success... oh yeah!! great!! it will work well!! or maybe... some old dreams... let's discover this remote island somewhere.... great...

But dreams do come true... not immediatly though and not as a result of excitement. The kick of excitement is ... illusion (some hormones and other chemicals...) and illusory (great, let's do it...).

Enthusiasm is different... more subdued... less flashy or noisy... something of an underlying feeling of hope and faith in things happening...

Now what is depression? This feeling - sometimes overwhelming - often overwhelming I would say - that things are not right at all. Maybe nothing is right... A taste of overall failure... what should look bright and colorful looks dim and grey... what others look at with pride, I do not have and/or no pride... a sense of loss, emptiness... It is like... I do not have that - I am not that...

As I write: I sense: who is talking? what is it about? The feeling when I am depressed is real real. Oh yes it is....And like a cat, I feel like going to rest in a quiet, isolated corner... no energy, no impulse. But what is the loss, what are the regrets? things I am dreaming about? Things I wish I would have? Ways I wish I could be? It like: what should look bright and colorful looks dim and grey... right? But who said it should in the first place? What others have, I do not have. Who said there is any value at all in there? Having what? for what?

There is a construct of what we believe is success, what we believe is right, what we believe should be done and how it should be done. Who can really agree on any of these? Is there any single truth there? Wanting vs needing is about that maybe.... Wanting is likely to bring about suffering. Because who really knows what's best?

So in a nutshell, depression seems to be a by product of frustrated desires and un-met wants and un-confirmed believes. Gides - the French writer - was saying that prejudices are the stilts upon on which civilization is built. Nothing to be proud of but true as it may be, we are building our world(s) on fantasies.

OK then. Next: what is the truth in setting up our goals then?
How can I ensure that the foundations upon which I am building my entire life are not dreams and prejudices? fantasies, nice-to-have wants without solid ground?

Dreams: what is it about dreaming? Is dreaming only a counter-productive activity that gets me out of reality? Shall I discard the idea? Can I dream reality? I do believe reality needs to be dreamt. I do believe in the power of vision and that vision is the most powerful, direct way of creating reality and aligning people to goals and images of what to create.

So dream is powerful in a context of creation. Active creation.
Excitement and depression are activities that seems to take place in reaction to specific events.
Maybe there is a big distinction here. The same type of distinction Robert Fritz is making in The Path of Least Resistance. Dream is powerful when it is taken out of a reactive context and place in a creative context.

So what about my excitements... my depressions...
Reactive emotions to a set of hidden wants, un-resolved desires...
Being successful... being rich... being powerful... commanding authority... these are old dreams of mine
Let put them on the table, have a good look... again... and a good laugh... one tear or two... sure... another big good laugh.... a pat on the shoulder too... I mean ... I do not think I need to look down on me either right? my whole education has been based on these ideas... these illusions and vicious, toxic ideas...

As I think about it... I can't help finding value in the scene... vicious, toxic ideas and values, intoxicating a youth's dreams and aspirations, leading someone sometime for his/her entire life... poisoning his/her life and the whole society... these are there on the table and I can chose to look at them, laugh and burn them away.

I can say: these are the vicious, toxic ideas that have been poisoning my life, spoiling my aspiration and leading me to either excitement or depression whereas they are just a waste of time.

But hey... is there no reason at all - in the whole world - to be depressed?
I guess the point is that depression belong to a context of passivity and reactivity...
The feeling is neither wrong, nor right. It is... It is there... The source is not really real...
Depression is telling me that there is something which I cannot accept here, though it is as it is...
I am resisting something... that which makes me depressed is the difference, the gap, between what I would like to be and the way it is in reality... It does not match... I am suffering!!  what is real over-rides the way I had imagined it could or should be. This I cannot accept when I am about to get depressed.

So here we go... making a list of what we want seems a good step.
This list is a first step... then have a good look at it... add and delete as much as I can.
Then have another good look... and many good look... Is that really what I want?
What if I have it? what is it for?

This list bears similarity to the list of "primary wants" as Robert Fritz puts it. But I believe it is quite different.
Could I want money? What for?

Anyway... the idea is to clarify what we think is really worth the while in our life....
So it brings us back to goals of life.
We also still have the question of fears, and worries and motivation
Motivation is about what we want, right? But there is something of our spirit too - it seems - in the question of motivation. The drive... some primary energy... something of the instinct....
Let's wait and see before we come back to these.


 

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Who wants to create a new society?

"You take society as it is for granted. Why? You who don't belong to the poor class, who are fairly well-to-do, why don't you revolt - not as a communist or a socialist, but revolt against the whole social system? You can afford to do it, so why don't you use your intelligence to find out what is true and create a new society?"


Guess who is it from? email me and you will win a prize of value if you are right. You will also win something if you are wrong. Good luck and let the fun begins.

Friday, September 10, 2010

what is it that really drives me?

what is it that really drives me?

there is an inner quest
there is restlessness
there are feelings... learning to trust them... while...

while distinguishing the wheat from the chaff
what to keep and what to throw

throwing away old desires... possibly old dreams

why keeping them? why not let the present nourish the future

not bringing the past into the present...
what is NOW? what is next from THIS space, NOW

this deserves meditation
life becomes meditation then
...
there is a sense of enterprise... there is

an enterprise of higher nature than simply a business... not that a business is either low or bad... how to align the business to the higher planes? higher aspirations? higher powers? higher motivations?

bringing clarity there... not just at the level of business plans and reporting... is that so? IS THAT SO?
...
the business of transformation... gently through questioning, probing, suffering

where is the force? she may not be required... i mean the force vs the power... power flows

from the question ... suspended... follows something... an aspiration, a gentle calling... IS THAT SO?

from clarity follows strength... also
when the answer is co-created... i mean... when the answer is of a cosmic nature
then clarity should be.... where?... in the question.... in the questions
in the framework... is there such a thing?
a framework for life?

this THIS IS THE QUESTION OF THE FRAMEWORK OF LIFE VS A STRATEGIC FRAMEWORK FOR THE BUSINESS... what do we decide and what not?

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Rainy day - Old ideas - Fresh waters

la la la

voila le la

Sous la poussiere la matiere

se passer de repeter les memes vieilles choses
parce que c'est ce que tout le monde fait, en faisant de son mieux de les faire sonner neuves... les cloches du village
A 4 ans, 8 ans, 12 ans, 16 ans et toute sa vie... s'appliquer a repeter ce que les autres veulent entendre

Oublier les explications
parce qu elles sont souvent confuses ... non? parce qu elles se contredisent tout le temps... oui!
vraiment... la philosophie dans les manuels... quel exercise epuisant
au moins la justice a des juges pour juges, des peines pour punir et liberer... ca n'est pas vraiment drole, mais ca bouge, ca evolue, c'est vivant.... mais les raisons et les explications souvent... creuses et futiles

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Outdoor education - "The curious garden" - what does that mean?

Thinking about the 4 objectives stated for the 4th outdoor education conference 2010 in Singapore.
As a prelude to sharing more specific, personal thoughts:

1- to explore how outdoor education (OE) can enhance the holistic development of Singapore students as part of the curriculum and/or co-curricular activity programmes

2- to encourage the design and delivery of quality OE programmes through the sharing of best practices...

3- to examine the role of research in the delivery of quality OE programmes in schools through sharing of research findings

4 - to establish an international network through the sharing of knowledge and best practices by academics, educators, service providers and others interested in he field.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Sensitivity and detached attachement

When you do something, you can be very engrossed into what you are doing. You become - in some way - what you are doing. Another way, is to be aware of what you are doing - you are doing it and you are also kind of watching yourself doing it... and somehow... you maybe laughing and thinking... Hey I am doing my best. So if it does not work out as planned and expected, you are thinking: "Hey I am doing my best". Maybe you will also be thinking: "Hey, can I do something differently?".

Now if I am so engaged into what I am doing, if I am so passionate about doing it, ... isn't it good? My commitment will be strong and I will deploy all my strength, my will and courage... That's a good thing and a sure recipe for success. But now, what if things do not go as planned? My expectations are not met? I am un-able to achieve my goal... Will I get crossed? Will I get frustrated?  Won't I start to react - more and more angrily and growing impatient? Probably. But not necessarily, provided I am able to do what I am describing in the first paragraph: I am watching myself, I am aware of what I am doing and telling myself: Am i doing my best? Yes - Can I do it differently?

By giving myself the chance to follow detached attitude, I am not allowing myself to get too angry or frustrated. I can chose to back out such dreadful and destructive feelings. It's my choice and I am giving myself the chance to make decision because I am NOT just what I am doing, I am ALSO watching myself doing it - This attitude is called detachment.

If I were only detached, would I even start doing what I am doing? Would I be passionate about it? Would I commit all the time and energy into it? Maybe yes, maybe not - And in all likelihood - as soon as I would be facing difficulty and obstacles, my drive would dampen and I may just move on to some other thing - without ill-feeling - true - but without any success, without being able to create the change I needed to as I was starting to do the needful.

Being detached is not the solution - it is only part of the solution. To sustain my effort, I need commitment, passion and engagement. This is some form of attachment to achieving the goal. Now, how do you combine detachment and attachment? This attitude is called detached attachment. Let's bring in the passion, drive and engagement but not at the cost of peace, cool-mindedness and clear decision taking. Let's bring in detachment and a relax attitude, but not at the cost of  nonchalance, negligence or lack of interest.

Now my initial intention while starting this post was to think and share about sensitivity. I enjoy tremendously this moment when I can decide - internally - to suspend all judgment - getting out of fear, out of stress (out of any emotional state, positive or negative) - This create an attitude of observation - like the hunter pausing (see previous blog on pausing). This will call SENSITIVIY. As we develop sensitivity, we build the muscle of detached attachment.

Talk soon ;-)

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Observing Pausing

Old habits

Kicking them out

Victim of them - falling victim of them

First step

The second is to to realise it... then only do I discover...

I discover : the habit - the pattern behind, the desire and the impulse of the desire

I discover: my falling for it,... like a gentle slope drawing me - easilly and almoste naturally - to it

I discover: the laws of attraction and repulsion

What used to attract me start to repulse me

The opposite, start to attract me... let s linger here... PAUSE

PAUSE - PAUSE... gentle pause

Unless I pause, how can the magic take place?

The magic

What aspires!! What aspire?

That! This! That that we just revealed and observed and that which we pause to better grasp...

The play - insiduous play of what points to, come out and comes back in... like a snake

Neither good nor bad but always pointing - impulse of desire

That plays a game of which rule we forget - conveniently - because at some time the game play us and we do not play anymore - we have become the play board, the unfortunate battle field.


As I pause - i see, sense, seize

A substle decision can be made - it can be made and for it to stand it needs be deeper than the very current that has been agitating us in the first place...

The decision - the depth matters - not the decision in itself - we are shallow people making decision all the time. (maybe that is the difference between making and taking - this one needs to be take)

Subtle because - for example - i may not advertise - I may not broadcast - I may not even be conscious. But I will always know DEEP DOWN


And the magic can play... the tide can reverse, the sea can withdraw

The habit is kicked off

The habit is ... still there

Now it matters less or no more

As the currents run and the waves pass by

We are laughing of it

And we watch as it watches

And we waive as it waives

Until it fades

While acceptance remains

The morning - Facing the blank. Facing our fears

Holidays... waking up to beautiful day... it is a little bit late - 7.00AM - compared to my ideal 5:30AM... never mind. I open the door and can see the beautiful garden, the frangipanis and many different palms... the clear blue sky... I step forward, grab a magazine and sit comfortably on the coach, ready to devore whatever pages will grab my attention.

Then... i stop for a while... what am I doing? Why am I jumping on a magazine like a beast on a piece of meat? Which benefit will I derive from it? Did I ever plan and desire ardently for it? Or is that just the impulse of a moment - as I step out of "my" night, gaze around, breath out in the open air.... Why is my mind stopping there... zeroing on this decision? What is resting there?

As I stop... I reflect.... why? I do feel like a beast... some lower instinct has been at play... I can feel that.... As I ponder... something feels about right? There is a real breathing in this paused moment.... a paused moment - combined with a suspended action...


And the thought of a "detached" magazine - a magazine hanging there and without much necessity - is bringing quiet peace and some relieve to a tired mind.

Early in the day - just after a full night sleep.... and still tired? Why is that?

As if the mind seldom rest... an over busy mind it seems... a magazine-devorer, beast-like mind…

Fighting or fleeing human beings? Fighting what? Fleeing from what?

What is scaring me so much so that I will jump on a magazine rather than face it?

Is that fear? or is that un-consciousness? Like... not knowing what to do and doing something... just something... instead of facing the blank?

Les liens du coeur - famille

5 May 2010 - Simei


Ma famille - la famille, c'est mon equilibre - c'est un equilibre

Un rythme, des habitudes... des réponses... auxquelles je réponds

Un tuteur le long duquel la plante peut grimper

Une école - celle de la patience, de la tolérance, de l'écoute, de l'effort, du partage, du service, du sacrifice...

École d'amour, école du rire, du pardon, de l'échange, de l'humilité.

Sous les montagnes d'absurdité, de fausses batailles et de fausses victoires - les projets, les entreprises, les challenges et les missions... parfois grands, parfois petits, parfois utiles, parfois vains - souvent - ... enfuis dessous, la famille - petite, grande, étendue, extendue, de sang ou de coeur - de coeur, toujours - la famille est le centre, le groupe, le noyau d,amour et de sacrifice, de dévouement

Le centre qui me parle - et me dit - je te tiens, tu me tiens... par la ...

Barbichette. Décalage, ironie... la famille - tant décriée

Le liens du sang ne sont pas aussi fort que les liens du coeur

Seuls les liens du coeur peuvent rendent a ceux du sang leur couleur éclatante.

Et cette même couleur - éclatante - a ses dangers - ... explosifs, parfois meurtriers

Mon frère, ma soeur

Les liens du coeur

Le jeu de la balle invisible

8 Avril 2010, Bali

J ‘ai joué avec ma fille. Elle a 2 ans… presque et demi.

Je lui lançais une balle invisible… elle la rattrapait… puis me la relançait… parfois elle s’approchait en courant et me la mettait dans la main. C’est parce qu’elle ne sait pas bien lancer la balle – ma fille. Donc prudemment elle préfère me la donner… de la main à la main.

Quand la balle allait trop loin – que je lance trop fort ou bien qu’elle ne la rattrape pas bien, elle courait en revenant sur ses pas - derrière elle – rattrapait la balle sur le sol…. Puis revenait vite pour me la lancer…

On a bien rigolé… pendant longtemps – au moins 6 ou 8, peut être 10 minutes… vraiment je ne voyais pas le temps passer. Puis il a fallut rentrer. Je lui ai expliqué qu’il fallait y aller… bien sûr elle voulait jouer encore. C’était clair que de lancer et d’attraper la balle, c’est très excitant pour elle. Ce n’est pas facile, mais elle en rigole beaucoup. C’est un gros effort. « Catching » elle dit…en faisant de grands mouvements de bras. Puis lancer… toute une affaire… souvent elle lance la balle de haut en bas, tant et si bien que la balle rebondit… parfois elle lance derrière elle au lieu de devant… mais toujours, quelle rigolade.

Elle ne voulait pas rentrer… je lui ai dit : mettons la balle dans la poche. Je lui ai proposé de la mettre dans ma poche. Elle a dit : non ! Elle me la prise des mains et l’a mise dans sa poche… et on est rentré le cœur léger en rigolant.

Plus tard, j’ai voulu rejouer avec des amis… des amis de mon âge, des gens sérieux… pas des enfants. Ils étaient d’accord pour jouer a la balle mais lorsqu’ils ont vu que la balle était invisible, ils ne pouvaient plus jouer. Ils étaient bloqués… ils rigolaient – en se moquant de moi… « Allons, nous n’avons plus 5 ans… qu’est ce que c’est que cette histoire… ? ». Je leur disais de ne pas prêter trop d’importance à savoir si la balle était vraie ou pas… juste de jouer… Avez-vous déjà joué avec une balle invisible, vous ?

Ils n’ont pas voulu… pas même une fois… même pas essayer… D’ailleurs je ne crois pas qu’ils ne voulaient pas. Je crois qu’ils ne pouvaient pas. J’étais déçu… un peu triste, un peu gêné. Ils disaient que j’étais fou, que c’était ridicule.

Un jour le monde a change – le monde change beaucoup tout les jours… mais la il a vraiment changé de telle sorte que cela a change beaucoup de choses – un peu comme l’histoire de l’arche de Noé sauf qu’il n’y a pas vraiment d’arche. Juste beaucoup de tempêtes, de gros gros problèmes de climat. Pour beaucoup de gens, dans beaucoup d’endroit, la vie est devenue dure, très dure… parfois impossible…. Ou dormir ? Que manger ? Ou vivre ? Plus de maisons, plus de cultures, de fruits ou de légumes, parfois même plus de place…. Des pays entiers ont disparus…. D’autres surpeuplés devenaient de véritables cauchemars pour les habitants qui devaient se battre pour survivre.

Seuls pouvaient survivre ceux qui se contentaient de peu… de très peu… Non pas qu’ils aient besoin de moins que les autres… en fait ils arrivaient à se sentir satisfaits avec peu et surtout ils étaient reconnaissants pour ce qu’ils avaient. Donc ils se plaignaient peu, très peu.

A cette époque, avoir des enfants devint difficile, parce que c’était une grande responsabilité… les nourrir, les faire survivre… les éduquer…. Ces gens la néanmoins grâce a leurs habitudes frugales et simples trouvaient cela plus facile que les autres d’éduquer leurs enfants… Ce que d’autres auraient appelé des privations et des sacrifices leur semblaient plutôt naturel.

A cette époque, les ressources en matière première était devenue très rares…le pétrole… donc les plastiques coûtaient très très chers. Les jouets en plastiques – hier si commun – avait presque complètement disparus. Et donc les parents quand ils jouaient a la balle avec leurs enfants jouaient a la balle invisible.

A une époque, il y eut même les olympiades de balles invisibles. Une célébration de plusieurs jeux – beaucoup étant des jeux collectifs – de balle invisible. Se passer la balle était devenu un art et une science. La rapidité avec laquelle la balle s’échangeait devint fulgurante. A un certain niveau, il fallut pouvoir suivre la balle les yeux fermes. En fait seuls pouvaient suivre le jeu ceux qui fermaient leurs yeux. Mais la plupart des vivants à cette époque étaient devenue familier avec cette pratique.

A cette époque il devint clair que la balle était une balle d’énergie… comme un paquet d’énergie qui circule… qui enveloppe, qui tourne, qui balaie. Les joueurs savaient se préparer… en se concentrant, ils étaient attentifs aux flux d’énergie dans leur corps… Tous leurs organes répondaient aux signaux qu’ils envoyaient par leur propre volonté en faisant circuler l’énergie de la terre et du soleil en eux… Ils savaient la concentrer cette énergie – dans leurs mains par exemple… et la faire passer d’un point a l’autre…. D’ailleurs maîtriser cette énergie n’était pas trop difficile… il en était d’autres – d’énergies - beaucoup plus mystérieuses… si rapides, si légères, presque hors de toute dimension physique… plus rapide que la lumière, plus transparente… oui, l’énergie de la balle invisible en comparaison – le jeu de la balle invisible, c’était vraiment pour les enfants.

Lire comme on avale - On oublie de macher, mastiquer, ruminer

8 Avril 2010 - Bali

Pourquoi vouloir lire le journal? Les nouvelles, l’actualite ?

Quelle est cette compulsion de lire le journal quand je suis stresse – ou que je ne le suis même pas ?
Pourquoi ce sentiment que lire le journal cela va me calmer ? Qu’elles sont les proprietes calmante attachees a la lecture du journal ?
Lire comme on avale
Manger en avalant – ingurgiter – vite – sans vraiment marcher – sans vraiment faire attention
Attention a quoi : manger, mastiquer, ce qui se passe, ce qui passe
Manger vite : n’être ni ici, ni la
Lire le journal : n’est ni ici, ni la
Une sorte de fuite… ni ici ni la – mais rassurer d’être ici et la : lire, apprendre, être intéressé, connecter : voila ce qu’on a l’impression de faire. Alors qu’en réalité, qu’apprend on ? Avec qui ou quoi connectons-nous? Qu’est ce qu’il manque ? Se souvient-on ? Et ne s’agit-il que de mémoire ? De quoi se souvient-on vraiment ? De ce qui nous intéresse vraiment. Avec qui connectons nous vraiment, les choses ou les gens avec qui nous créons une connexion consciente… il faut une intention… pas une velléité,
Les proprietes calmantes attachees a la lecture du journal :

La fuite…. Dans les premiers moments la fuite procure toujours un soulagement… s’eloigner de ce qui nous fait peur ou nous inquiete. La femme battue – malheureusement – hesite longtemps – tres longtemps souvent, d’après les temoignages – avant de s’enfuire. Elle aime encore son mari parfois. Des que la decision de s’enfuir est prise, il y a un soulagement tres fort. Dance ce cas, la fuite est salutaire. Concernant la lecture du journal, la fuite est maigre : fuir le stress de la journee qui nous attend, le poids des responsabilites…

Qu’y a –t-il entre la fuite et ce que je fuis ? l’angoisse, le stress… la pensee vagabonde, laissee a elle-meme tot le matin, et qui sans ancrage, derive. Vers quoi la pensee derive-t-elle ? Vers ce qui la domine… les sentiments diverses et fluctuant… vers le reve, la fantaisie… vers ce qui attire ou a l’envers de ce qui fait peur.

Que faire ? quoi d’autre a part le sommeil ou le journal quotidien (Hegel disait que le philospohe qui lit le journal est comme le philosophe qui fait sa priere – cela en dit long sur la manière dont le philospophe fait ou faisait sa priere). Que faire ?

Faire face… Faire face cela veut dire quoi ? Face a quoi ? Qui le sait ?
N’est-ce-pas un des problemes ? Une des difficultes ? Faire face a l’inconnu ? Ce qu’on ne peut vraiment ni savoir, ni prevoir, ni controler.

Il nous faut donc – il me faut donc - apprendre a faire face a l’inconnu.
Vais-je comme un skieur de l’extreme, entreprendre une descente efreinee d’une pente raide qui se finit en falaise ? Vais-je me lancer comme un aveugle ?
Et si – justement – j’etais cet aveugle, que ferais-je ?
La canne a la main, lentement, prudemment, pas apres pas…
Cela resemble plus a ce que je ferais…

Quel fou se lancerait il aveuglement dans un precipice ? A part le suicidqaire, je n’en connais pas… le cascadeur, le sportif de l’extreme, se preparent a l’extreme… tant et tant qu’arrive le moment ou ils semblent avoir surmonter tous les risques. Ils les connaissent tous, ils en sont familiers… des lors, tel l’aveugle et sa canne, ils sont prets a sortir et affronter l’inconnu. Ils sont prets.

Comment je me prepare ?
Comment je me prepare a affronter l’inconnu ?
Vais-je affronter l’inconnu ou vais-je l’accueillir ?
Je l’affronterai au mieux en l’accueillant le
C’est l’art martial, le kungfu, le taichi du reel.
Et qu’importe si je meurs--- Si je meurs, que je meurs heureux, fier (mais sans fierte), present, engage, sans regret, …. Que je vive… heureux, engage, fier, au service de ce dans quoi je me suis engage… quoi que ce soit !!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The conference of the 40s

31 Mars 2010

There is is the idea that only what we have been overcoming, what we have been comprehending we can relate to and tell people about.
Je ne parlerai que de ce dont je suis familier
Ce que je connais
Ce que je maitrise ? qu’est ce que je maitrise ? Est-ce trop tôt pour en parler ? trop tôt pour parler tout court ?

Quelques décisions importantes de ma vie…
Les décisions importantes…. Que je pense connaitre du moins :
-          Me libérer
-          Devenir indépendant de ce dont je me libère… et autonome
-          Grandir dans un nouvel espace, un nouvel élan….
-          Et peut être une vague décision : servir et partager avec le plus de monde possible
Aujourd’hui, ou en suis-je ?
Libre mais non totalement libre
Indépendant mais non totalement indépendant
Grandi… et grandissant
Me libérer : de liens, d’attachements, de sentiments négatifs… certaines choses qui me retiennent, qui me bloquent ou dans lesquelles je me complais. Ce que je décris – et dans une certaine mesure tout ce que j’écris – n’est pas un catalogue intellectuel d’idées. C’est un vécu très précis, un ressenti, une intuition profonde et marquante.
Cette intuition – sous forme vague, indéterminée – je la reconnais a un sentiment particulier – a la fois d’insatisfaction mais aussi de certitude. Insatisfaction a la façon dont je me comporte – et pour être précis – insatisfaction due a une différence entre mon intérieur, ma conscience et mon comportement et l’attitude que je démontre. La certitude – c’est justement de savoir qu’une conduite intérieure sure est le sur chemin vers le bonheur et la paix. Certitude qu’il existe une manière de vivre la sagesse. Certitude que trouver cette paix et cette sagesse, c’est cela a quoi j’aspire profondément… très profondément.

Se libérer – Me libérer ca a été cela : ébranler une marche, un cheminement. Reconnaitre ce besoin… avant de l’assouvir… La fuite est parfois le seul moyen… Echapper a ce a quoi l’on n’aspire pas. Je ne savais pas encore a quoi j’aspirais. Oui je savais que cela a voir avec une forme de profonde sagesse – ce que j’ai longtemps recherche dans la philosophie.
Puis après mon départ en Asie, le kung-fu a été le moyen d’explorer le corps et la maitrise du corps et la relation entre le corps et l’esprit, la pensée, la volonté. Premier contact avec la possibilité d’une véritable maitrise.  Cette maitrise faisait suite a la maitrise – inachevée – de Philosophie a Nanterre.

Indépendance – indépendance financière, indépendance d’idées, de choix, de décision. Pouvoir construire une vie sur des bases saines… un héritage accepte. Ne pas être pris dans de vieux comptes, de vieux règlements… pouvoir être créateur… être créateur

Grandir…. Ici il faut pratiquer…. 100 fois sur le métier remettez votre ouvrage. Grandir… c’est aussi… laisser grandir… ne pas en faire trop… mais aussi : s’entrainer… constamment s’entrainer, pratiquer… quoi ? grandir… s’exposer… pour moi… entreprendre, approfondir, saisir, comprendre et tenir ensemble… quoi ? cela que je chéris le plus… ? tenir ensemble… ce qui ne tient ensemble qu’uni par le cœur de l’homme. Qu’est ce ? Qu’est ce qui unit les hommes ? 

Sunday, April 18, 2010

W@hat does it take to be supper efficient?

W@hat does it take to be supper efficient?
Paralyzing question
The answer is simple. What is it?
Let s see
As a youth, be aware...
What is what...
Master yourself early
Deal with failure, a lot is good
Know yourself
Feel your feeling - face, confront them - love tyhem, accept them

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Interview of Ubud's (Bali) administrative "king" (Bupati of gianyar)

Interview of Ubud's (Bali) administrative "king", Tjokorda Oka Artha Ardhana Sukawati, the current Regent of Gianyar whose principles and vision are shaping policy for the region

Taken from the BUD, vol 1 (July - Sept 2009)

As an administrator, is there anything you would change about Balinese culture, and what do you think is the most important to preserve?


We need a paradigm shift. The bureaucracy exists not to take the place of feudal rulers, but to serve. That is why I do not travel by motorcade and I don't bring adjutants unless absolutely necessary. I prefer to meet the people directly without the trappings of formality around us...

I consider it amanah, a sacred trust, to be elected Regent. It is not a power. What I consider important to preserve is the Catur Guru concept of respecting the four teachers we have in life: our parents, our teachers at school and all those who help sharpen our minds, the government and God. In order to preserve the cultural values of Catur Guru, government leaders must earn the respect of its people through real, concreat actions...

How healthy is the cultural politics of Bali?
Are we talking about the culture of politics or how a culture engages in politics? If the latter, it's obvious that Bali is communal. You can hear it in our idioms, suryak siu (a thousand shouting together), segilik seguluk selunglung sabyantaka (what is most important is togetherness); The society tends towards a directed, led democracy. This is what we now need to avoid. It may have been suitable for its era, but now we are entering a more educated time when the individual play a greater part. We need to anticipate change with better political education, especially with regards to dealing with difference. Difference is not wrong.

How do you maintain a work-life balance?

I subscribe to the life philosophy of our forefathers. Working is yadnya,  a sacrifice. We live to work. I remind myself to be happy. I work gladly, no pressure. I don't work for any boss, my supervisor is God.

...

An important lesson I have learnt through my studies is that changing mindsets is the biggest challenge. In discussion, it is important for us Balinese to learn to be honest in expressing our opinions, not just hold on to them and later grumble out at the back.

...

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Feeling the feelings

Oui... passer par toutes les étapes du doute et de la déprime

C'est a la portée de tous. C est a ma portée... Un réveil trop long,... une matinée passée au ralenti et c'est comme un grand relent de lassitude... qu'est ce que je fais?

Vraiment penser a ce que je fais m'affaiblit.

Penser - n'est plus panser
Penser ici - c'est presque se laisser aller
Le contraire c'est l'action
Etre sur le cour... le cour comme le cour de tennis, le cour de la vie

prendre des décisions, avancer un peu petit a petit

toujours cet air lancinant... que suis je ici pour?
Oui ça sonne bizarre... en anglais, what m i here for? en francais: qu'est ce que je fous ici? oui c'est ca

Feel the feeling - sentir comme il n est pas facile de faire face a cette question
quoi et pour quoi?
pour le pognon? pour la gloire? en vois-je la couleur?
y être pour cela serait trompeur - facile de tomber - quelques victoires faciles, mais la guerre continue... elle est loin d'etre gagnée... peut etre sera t elle couteuse encore
Pourquoi est ce que je me bas?

il y a le souci de ramener les gens entre eux - n'est ce pas? ca veux dire quoi? ca veux dire - etre bien ensemble - se parler - s'accepter - s'aimer - simplement - pas s'adorrer - aimer ses differences - aimer ces differences - elles sont la... comme ca - pour telles ou telles raisons, mais cela compte -t-il vraiment telles ou telles raisons? non... cela n'est pas important - demain peut etre les raisons seront differentes - et demain peut etre vous vous aimerez encore - pas d'amour fou - pas d'amour du tout meme - cet amour romantique qu'on chante a tue tete - simplement vivre bien et vivre bien ensemble - un projet de vie.

Loin des petits mots - de la domination par les petits et les grands mots... dans l'acceptation, la tolerance, l'ecoute....

Et l'on se retrouve loin... loin de ce que je fais, loin de ce qu'on voit et qu on dit... est ce cela le pourquoi? la raison d'etre de mon activitie, OIA, mon metier? Je n'en sais rien, ou pas grand chose...

Feel the feeling... comme un aveugle... a taton... ce qu'on voit... trompe... enlevez le et le monde est la... a redecouvrir... mais la en entier - entier sous notre Etre - en notre entre... dans ce contact intime... la s'apprend le coeur des choses...les bonnes choses...

Quelles intentions? quelles intentions sont les notres? je veux dire les miennes... qu'elles sont elles. Qu'y a t-il derriere moi? qu'y a t il devant moi?

Voir les choses en faces - et en parler - le partager

Que vois-je? le brouillard - et au-dela - la brume - et au dela: c'est gris, c'est opaque -

Et au dela - feel the feeling. Cette opacite c'est le refus d'y voir clair. C'est d'accepter le status quo... regarder la tele, les nouvelles, lire le journal quand on a rien a faire...regarder des conneries plutot que...

Quoi? quand on ne sait pas quoi faire, n'est ce pas plus beau, tres beau - de dire: que faire? Faire quoi? et pauser... S'arrêter la... et la ... oser s'arreter... et la... oser attendre, oser s'eclater, prendre son pied... dans cette attente, ce silence....

Calmement... oui
Feel the feeling

il y a beaucoup - deja - dans ce I DON'T KNOW
il y a
est ce assez?
c'est assez d'attendre - d'ecouter
Sait on ecouter?
ecouter CA?
cette chose la? c'est quoi

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c'est quoi ce qui est vrai

la respiration y est liee

Vous le sentez - en respirant - en ecrivant - en vivant
Je respire bien dans le vrai - j etouffe ailleurs
dans le doute et l'ignorance - j etouffe
toute verite est generatrice d'oxygene

attention - je ne crois pas que ce soit seulement une metaphore - c'est reel
Il y a peut etre un processus organique de generation d'oxygene dans une experience de la verite
c est une experience vecue

quelque chose de vrai vie

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Pourquoi la chouette de Minerve se leve t elle au crepuscule?
La nuit, il est plus facile de faire face a certaines verites
ou peut etre... la nuit il est plus facile d'attendre... et d'ecouter... et attendre, recevoir

la chouette, la chauve souris... des mecanismes de radar

La différence entre le crépuscule et l'aube, c'est que l'aube débouche sur le jour... il y a une préparation au jour... elle est très importante... sans elle qu'est le jour? vraiment je me le demande
le crépuscule est peut être une méditation sur ce qui vient de passer - le jour comme souvenir d'avoir ete... pas tant l'avoir été, mais la réflexion... les idées, les principes

La chouette de minerve est philosophe
Quel est l'animal du matin?
Cet animal est initiatique, inspirateur... guide

Thursday, January 28, 2010

plonger - tomber - prendre son envol

Some important stuffs... Des choses importantes
Il y a le souci d'etre... etre... tout simplement
Quel est ce souci? Ce souci... c'est quoi?
Quelque chose de continue... qui dure...quelque chose... la... depuis lontemps
Sentir la verite... dire la verite
Sentir le mensonge, l'inauthenticite... le faux
ai-je raison? ai-je tort? Est ce que cela se discute?
Ce qu'on sent peut il etre faux ou discutable? ...
Mais ce sentiment n'est pas discutable... il est la.... quelle verite se cache dessous?

Si tu sens la riviere couler... la riviere coule en-dessous... mais la vois tu?
Peut etre ne la vois tu pas... mais tu sens qu'elle est la
Passer son temps a essayer de trouver, de prouver ce qu'on sent?

Etre connecte avec un certain nombre de choses... des choses simples
Comme quoi?
respect - ecoute et attention - clarite et honnetete, je veux dire: dire ce qu'on pense - le dire, ne pas seulement le penser. Oui... bien entendu cela ne veut pas dire: etre impolu, cru ou brutal - mettre les formes est important - c'est une question de respect: ne pas blesser inutilement. Et puis: courage: faire face a ce qui nous fait peur, l'admettre. Et puis: humilite: accepter qu'on est une petite part de quelque chose de plus grand que soit...

Alors ma vie: voici - jetes sur la toile - quelques racourcis:

- apprendre, aimer apprendre
- le rire, la joie, le partage
- ne pas accepter la realite comme telle... voir au-dela des mensonges, des travestissements, des petits arrangements des hommes
- la nature - source de respect - et d'emerveillement
- un long detour du cote de l'arrogance, de deni, du mensonge moi-meme
j ai pendant longtemps pretendu etre ce que je n'etais pas - un etre insensible, arrogant, un etre incapable de communiquer, d'ecouter, d'entendre... pendant longtemps je n'ai pas eu le courage d'avouer mes peurs - la peur d'echouer, la peur de ne pas savoir... J'ai pretendu tout savoir, pouvoir tout savoir, n'avoir jamais peur...
Ne pas s'avouer une immense angoisse, une quete sans fond... ne pas s'autoriser la possibilite d'etre perdu, faible, ignorant, fragile....
- ensuite... une rupture... vraie, longue... couper, changer, faire face au vide, a l'inconnu... sauter en avant... c'est vraiment ca quand on a passer sa vie a faire croire que tout va pour le mieux - tout est sous controle, quand en realite, c'est la realite elle-meme qui est mise de cote...

je veux dire... l'amour, la tendresse, le respect, l'humilite, l'apprentissage, le travail en equipe, le dialogue, la discussion, la spontaneite, la prise de risque, prise parole.... ces choses etaient la... en moi - j'en etais conscient, porteur - mais n'avais jamais eu le courage - au-dela de mes 12 ans - de les mettre au service des autres et/ou de ce que j'avais a dire ou a partager...... 12 + 12=24 mon age en arrivant a Singapour... 4-5 ans de plus pour commencer a degraisser l'inutile... passer en prise de risque... une chute en avant... un plongeon.
12 ans pour devenir n vrai C... 12+5=17 ans de mutisme, de mensonge, de deni, de brutalite - brutaliser son ame, nest ce pas?. 2001 annee du plongeon... depuis: 9 ans ... prendre son envol...

ce parcours - histoire d'une vie? histoire d'une ame... lutte, repli et offensive
Take act!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Pour Mathieu et Azimana - en souvenir de leur marriage ... et du reste

Cher Mathieu, Chere Azmina

Cela fait plus de 10 ans que je rêve d'écrire ce discours. Je vous remercie 1000 fois de m'en donner l'occasion.

ROMAN FEUILLETON - PIECE DRAMATICO-COMIQUE EN 5 ACTES
ACTE I
J'ai connu Mathieu et Azmina a peu près en meme temps, mais dans des circonstances differentes. Je suis tout de suite tombe amoureux d'Azmina, mais elle etait deja prise. Elle "sortait" avec un denomme Benjamin qui lui sortait avec d'autres filles, mais c'est une autre histoire. Par ailleurs, elle etait poursuivie par un autre garcon - un autre Mathieu - qui lui offrait des bijoux de valeur - de valeur astronomique, pour un provincial comme moi. C'est encore une autre histoire. Benjamin lui roulait en Golf GTI. C'est pour vous dire qu'Azmina n'etait pas n'importe qui. Elle avait - attache a elle - un "price tag" eleve. Elle etait tres courue. Pour moi, je dirais qu'elle etait précieuse - en plus d'être exotique.

Pour Mathieu, même époque, circonstances differentes: premiere annee a l'ESSEC (Ecole Superieure des Sciences de l'Echec Culturel). Notre point de raliement a l'epoque tourne surtout autours de bars et buffets en tout genre. C'est a l'étalage de notre personnalité et de nos talents que nous sommes occupes. On se retrouve Mathieu et moi dans les valeurs de l'ECLATE et du GRAVE: concours de bouteilles de biere bues et cassees en razia sauvage a la RES (résidence). Concours de plus bourre (saoul) a toutes les fetes - a toute heure - concours de celui qui pecho le plus: ie, celui qui se tappe le plus de minettes. En bon ami - et compte tenu du fait qu'il est beaucoup plus grand, plus beau et plus riche que moi - j'ai toujours laisse Mathieu gagne a ce jeu. Il faut etre bon joueur.


Mathieu aime beaucoup jouer! Il joue au chat et a la souri. Il joue au tennis, au rugby. Il aime jouer avec le feu: au Bresil, il se promène tout seul dans les favelas a la recherche de poudre de perlinpinpin. En Chine, il joue au cerf volant sur la plus grande place du monde avec le plus grand cerf volant du monde qu'il ramene ensuite dans ses bagages ainsi que 1000 souvenirs dont certains sont tres charmants.

ACTE II
Mathieu aime tellement le jeu qu'il joue parfois DOUBLE, la nuit. Dr Jekyl & Mr Hide.Le jour: Dr Jekyl, jeune homme bien nait et bien eleve... la nuit, Mr Hide. Avez-vous deja rencontre Mathieu Mr Hide la nuit? lors d'un soir de fete par exemple? Si vous etes un homme, c'est effrayant parce qu'au lieu de l'etre souriant, drole et aimable auquel vous etes habitue, vous decouvrez une sorte d'animal qui degage un parfum fort - melange d'hormones, d'alcool et de sueur... un regard allume, pret a tout - en particulier pour seduire une femme - une personne du sexe oppose -.

Si vous etes cette femme, c'est effrayant aussi parce que c'est la meme bete a laquelle vous faites fasse - sauf que la, la bete - Mathieu - vient s'agiter devant vous, et apres quelques postillons eparses et un ou 2 gros eclats de rire, cette personne en sueur - Mathieu a 1heure du matin - dans n'importe quelle soiree vous fait dancer le rock francais, vous fait tourner a droite, a gauche, a droite, a gauche, a gauche, devant derriere etc... et voila... vous etes emballée.... emballée, empaquetee.... baisers sur la bouche etc.... scenario classique, repete 1358 fois.... Mathieu c'est tapé une minette [que les générations de l'age sage et mur me pardonnent - que les plus jeunes n'ecoutent pas - mais telle est la réalité pour cet oiseau-la... Mathieu emballe... - avec succes. Suis-je aigri? frustré? Non plus car j'ai tourne la page, mais je dois dire que j'ai longtemps admire la capacité d'emballage du Mathieu.... 15 cm de plus que moi, le rock, la moto, le bateau, une ascendance aristocrate ne suffisent pas a expliquer son succès avec les femmes... Mathei possede quelque chose d'autre... mais quoi?

[Silence] Il serait trompeur de s'en arreter la... Ce marriage - tardif - s'explique par autre chose...

ACTE III - Le Beau, le Rare, le Difficile
Malgre les succes du tombeur, Mathieu n'approche toujours pas le bonheur. Les femmes, l'argent ne lui manquent pas. Mais quoi? Dans son jardin secret Mathieu sait que "ce qui est beau est rare autant que difficile" et, du meme coup, par ailleurs, ce qui est rare est beau autant que difficile.

La, il se sent depourvu. Pourtant c'est a cela qu'il aspire - ce qu'il ne sait pas encore - le beau, le rare, le difficile = AZMINA GOULAMALY.

Issue d'une dynastie Gujarat, nee a Maurice, elevee entre Madagascar et la Réunion, nourrie au Carre Curry et aux beignets de crevette, la petite Goulamaly arrive en France par un hiver neigeux munie de sandalette en cuir et d'un sari de cotton blanc.... quels contrastes.... quelle improbable combinaison. Mais dans l'alterite, le port digne et altier- dans l'austerite et la grisaille parisienne, la grâce et la gaiete de la petite princesse des tropiques et des "carre curry" de la rue Guyemere, Azmina représente l'improbable possibilité du beau, du rare - et du difficile.

Matthieu - depuis 17 ans - l'aime d'abord sans le savoir, puis bientot assurement - éperdument - passionemenet - c'est un culte qu'il lui voue - mais silencieusement, en secret, sans même oser se l'avouer.... il souffre.


ACTE IV "jE M'APPELLE  Azmina" "J'ai traverse les montagnes glacees du Kirzistan"


Azmina: la fatalité du marriage arrange
Azmina, jeune fille aculturee a la recherche de sa tradition marie la douce apathie d'une fille des colonies avec l'entrain et la curiosite joyeuse d'une femme moderne prete a tout. Elle s'installe dans des relations avec une demi-soumission aux faits et au quotidien.

Est-elle vraiment heureuse? Peut etre satisfaite? Non - elle est passionnément attirée par Matthieu, l'électron libre dont elle admire la passion, la liberté. Et quoi d'autre? C'est tout! Qu'y a t'il d'autre a faire? Rien! Rien a faire - Rien a tirer de ce playboy qui girouette, qui pirouette dans tous les sens, toujours a la recherche de nouvelles conquêtes, de nouvelles sensations, de nouvelles nouveautés... etc...

Mina reste donc dans l'attente d'un mariage arrange qui ne s'arrange pas!

ACTE V "Les signes du destin sont tels..."

Ils sont partout et s'offrent a ceux pour qui ils sont destines. Mais ceux-la memes a qui ils sont destines sont aveugles et pareils aux aveugles que l'on voit sous nos yeux s'en aller dans la direction opposee a celle de leur chemin, Mathieu et Azmina ont longtemps erre sur les chemins de l'ignorance, de la tromperie et du leur.

Que s'est-il passe? Ecoutez bien, petits et grands.... j'habite a Singapour a 12,000km de Paris, 12,000km  de la Réunion - loin de tout, j'ai tout rate, je n'ai rien vu, rien su.... Sauf que.... je sais... qu'une fee un soir d'ete, juste après le couche du soleil - lorsque les grillons et les criquets vont se taire et que la rosée du soir est tombée - une Fee est passée - sur un arc penchee - un arc en ciel colore elle est passee et discretement a frappe d'un coup de baguette - magique - la voute terrestre qui nous couvrait tous les uns et les autres - y compris Mathieu et Azmina. - Et alors, comme des aveugles qui soudain voient, comme les jambes du paralytique qui soudain marchent, leurs yeux se sont ouverts, leurs bras se sont tendus et ils ont décidé de SE MARIER.




Bravo - on vous aime fort - on vous embrasse... le meilleurs et... le pis sont a venir. Gardez le meilleurs, oubliez le reste. Profitez en bien.

Resolution 2010 - Ludo, OIA, les finances, les actionnaires

Annee de l'integrite and annee de l'abondance
je vais regler mes dettes: je vais faire la liste des gens auxquels j'ai le sentiment d'avoir une dette, je vaiws leur envoyer un message pour prendre contact et je vais leur faire connaitre mon intention. Je vais ensuite donner suite par assurer un transfer financier qui montre bien que l'intention est mise en pratique.

Je vais etaablir un lien et une communication avec mes actionnaires et notament mes actionnaires familiaux. Je leur ferai parvenir une communication trimestrielle presentant les chiffres de ventes et de profit de l'activite, ainsi que les objectifs par trimestre et un etat des lieux du developpement.

Monday, January 4, 2010

2010

peace
serenity
doing less... but better
finishing what is being started
giving completion to my enterprise... in small ways... step by step
but in ways that create a real difference
felt by all
appreciated by all
teambuilding prgrams
learning
learning retreats
SEA school trips

Friday, January 1, 2010

ExtraordinARY ORDINary People

A nurse
Joo Hock
A 24 year old boy who became paraplegic at age 14 because of a doctor mistake
Me in my failures, me in my successes
Many of my staff and colleagues
Whoever truly cares

Finding about what makes life extra-ordinary
The small hings which - truly - speak truly to the heart

There is the SHOW
and there is the HOW
What looks good
And what IS good
Detached and ...
and what?

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

At last...

Clarity
Clarity comes
      when the clouds dissipate
Clouds dissipate when the rain fall
The rain falls

at last

Prayer for whom?

Prayer for whom? and for whom for what?
Before I have been helped so much... and so much was given
Now learning to give... not even to give back
You bloody beggar... good at taking
Every day - today - every day learning how good it is
how good it is to ...
give back

Nothing much... just do your job
learning to give back
not that you are doing some great things

others bless you
from their accepting
the little things, little little things
you have to
humbly
put to them and offer to their benevolent appreciation, likings and usage

every day... feel it feel it and feel it
give give give

what is it to be given?
nothing much
nothing much more than who you are
be me
be
be
enjoy being
sleep be
eat be
love be
be be
smile, joy appreciate every second
of pain and of joy
burn them all
i will be always be

now may that be possible should i still need and depend on so much of this help I got to start with?
may i? may i not?
can i still be like the kid with the parents asking for help?
how thankful will i be?
will i forget?
will i act upon it?

act - act - act
upon what?
act upon what ask the blur one - the one willing not to see that
in asking there is less giving
in taking there is less offering
in depending there is what? there is love
in reliance there is what? there is nonchalance... there is less risk and no
responsibility

Taking responsibility
TAKING RESPONSIBILITY
what does that mean?
facing which risk?
Not knowing - not seeing
facing the pain... and loving it as the teacher, the blind man guiding our steps from boulder to boulder, the cane hurting the contours... until the contours fade away, revealing the space there is
space
position
stand and standing
contentment
satisfaction and balance

The adequat response to the touch of the cane
to the footprint of the steps
to the whip and caresses of things... Oh cruel things
you teach us and
we thank you for it
though we damn you before and will damn you again
forgive our pangs, we forget our pain
forgive us things
your are the One
we will follow you and may be  -
may be - one day -
One day will become
part of you
part of you things
and may be - may be - one day - somethintg
something will follow
in our suit
 will follow
something

Monday, December 21, 2009

Taking the time to to take stock to tackle what really matters

Stopping there....breathing
Creating the call to which nothing can resist
The call, the calling and calling, calling, calling... and knocking, knocking, knocking
and... again... and again... and
breathing... and breathing
and...and,... and crying... and crying and breating... and crying
and calling, and knocking and... then
and then what..? feel, feel, feel
feeling

Before we thing, we feel
Knock, knock, knock
Know.... what? Know that to know that what you need to know... to knock, knock gently knock and listen
Pay attention to the that... the beat, the pace, the rhythm...
Your heart.... the beat, .... your heart.... the heart beat
Don't beat yourself... it beats, yes, it beats...
Feel it... do you? Feel it beating, gently ... gently beating... beating down the ... what?
Beating down the lane, down the vein, down the drain
Rain or shin, cry or laugh, full or famished

Now here it is
Feel it...
Every single sign that you feel your heart and enjoy the very single beat that repeats itself and again and again
Every single little clue... this is worth a life a full and dancing one a life of joy and expression and of so many things... giving, and opening and sharing and moving on strong steady and smiling

 Stopping the rest
Pursuing the quest... for ...
The quest for this authentic synchronisation
this authentic resonnance between my heart and my being
the two in tune, the two ... singing and dancing

Stopping the rest
there is heart pain and heart pain
crying is good and cleanse
there is heart pain and back pain
in fact this sounds more accurate
the later pull us.. back
the former burns us to the core... so that nothing remains
nothing else than a burning heart
this is pure, this is

Stopping the rest
and how is life? This is life
And earning a living? this is living
And the rest? The rest will take care of itself... will it?
it will... Doubt is poison
the rest is wonder

When will I stop to drink this nectar?
When will I stop to repeat the verses i believe in?
And why should I? and why should I? If this is what in which I believe?
If this is what...
My finger on the keyboard jump on to... dance and listen.. turn and turn....
round and round....
ecstatic song, ecstatic dance... the fingers on the keyboards
aned what if it is what I believe in
for you, listen, listen and maybe .. you could dance and listen
to the beat... the beat of ... the beat of your
Heart
Your heart
If there is one, somewhere near
You
If there is one
Where?

Friday, November 27, 2009

Ce qui va se passer

Passer du temps a approfondir ce qui compte
Mettre les choses a plat... clarifier
Exposer... mettre au soleil, a jour, au jour
Respirer

Tout ca cela veux dire... pratiquement... ecrire
TO WRITE
le matin tot
si la pensee est sauvage et vagabonde, je vais lui offrir - avec l'aide mon guide, de mon ami, de mes soutiens - je vais lui offrir une vaste, verte et grasse pature... un champs ouvert et vert, en un lieu magnifique ou l'air est pur...

Qu'elle saute, coure et joue tant qu'elle veut
La pensee s'apaisera, la pensee s'epuisera et s'afermira en meme temps
Ecrire... prendre le temps pour que les choses se reposent en ce reposoir de la pensee
Puis fermer le cahier
Tourner la page et... vivre

A prayer and its resonnance, The goal of human life

In my spiritual practice I encounter this simple prayer, which becomes like a daily companion.
And as a daily companion I realise that my relationship to it can oscillate between: ignoring each other, being bored at each other, or on the other side: marveling, wondering and rediscovering each other every time...

Of course, I do not need telling you which is more frequent, and which is most exiting.... I guess it is up to me to create the routine I like... and make the ordinary extra-ordinary

Oh Master (Oh Divine Master, the Master within me)
You are the real goal of human life. There are many goals in life some of which are more real.... wealth will stop being useful the day I die... Fame too.... In fact almost everything has used only from a material point of view... Is there anything in life that serves for after life? Is there anything after life?
The soul... what is the soul made of?
Who is the guardian of our soul?
Oh Master, yes I do start to feel some infinite wisdom in the prayer...
Some questions with "infinite" answers...
A sense of wonder in life... That goes with life...
Where life goes, so goes wonder
So be it

Sunday, November 15, 2009

NETS, Gross and and Balance Sheet

We have what we deserve
What is it to be said?
A training slash teambuilding
Slash.... slash
as the horses start advancing, the whips criss
slash, slash
fear, stress, anger, uncomfort,
dealing with that, dealing with what is
a different form of magic
seizing the reins and
reigning in
let s start, slowly first, let s start
ho poor beast ho can you hear me
do you do you?
do you feel....on your rough skin, the skin of my hand rubbing you
rubbing you... left and right...
as you get used to it... we start moving together
and you lead me and I lead you

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Thelonious Sphere Monk, the one name that came when asked my favorite music



Thelonious Sphere Monk. Time for me to explore and discover more about this amazing musician.
(October 10, 1917-February 17, 1982)

"You know, anybody can play a composition and use far-out chords and make it sound wrong. It’s making it sound right that’s not easy." Thelonious Monk, 1961

With the arrival Thelonious Sphere Monk, modern music—let alone modern culture--simply hasn’t been the same. Recognized as one of the most inventive pianists of any musical genre, Monk achieved a startlingly original sound that even his most devoted followers have been unable to successfully imitate. His musical vision was both ahead of its time and deeply rooted in tradition, spanning the entire history of the music from the “stride” masters of James P. Johnson and Willie “the Lion” Smith to the tonal freedom and kinetics of the “avant garde.” And he shares with Edward “Duke” Ellington the distinction of being one of the century’s greatest American composers. At the same time, his commitment to originality in all aspects of life—in fashion, in his creative use of language and economy of words, in his biting humor, even in the way he danced away from the piano—has led fans and detractors alike to call him “eccentric,” “mad” or even “taciturn.” Consequently, Monk has become perhaps the most talked about and least understood artist in the history of jazz.

Born on October 10, 1917, in Rocky Mount, North Carolina, Thelonious was only four when his mother and his two siblings, Marion and Thomas, moved to New York City. Unlike other Southern migrants who headed straight to Harlem, the Monks settled on West 63rd Street in the “San Juan Hill” neighborhood of Manhattan, near the Hudson River. His father, Thelonious, Sr., joined the family three years later, but health considerations forced him to return to North Carolina. During his stay, however, he often played the harmonica, ‘Jew’s harp,” and piano—all of which probably influenced his son’s unyielding musical interests. Young Monk turned out to be a musical prodigy in addition to a good student and a fine athlete. He studied the trumpet briefly but began exploring the piano at age nine. He was about nine when Marion’s piano teacher took Thelonious on as a student. By his early teens, he was playing rent parties, sitting in on organ and piano at a local Baptist church, and was reputed to have won several “amateur hour” competitions at the Apollo Theater.

Admitted to Peter Stuyvesant, one of the city’s best high schools, Monk dropped out at the end of his sophomore year to pursue music and around 1935 took a job as a pianist for a traveling evangelist and faith healer. Returning after two years, he formed his own quartet and played local bars and small clubs until the spring of 1941, when drummer Kenny Clarke hired him as the house pianist at Minton’s Playhouse in Harlem.

Minton’s, legend has it, was where the “bebop revolution” began. The after-hours jam sessions at Minton’s, along with similar musical gatherings at Monroe’s Uptown House, Dan Wall’s Chili Shack, among others, attracted a new generation of musicians brimming with fresh ideas about harmony and rhythm—notably Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Mary Lou Williams, Kenny Clarke, Oscar Pettiford, Max Roach, Tadd Dameron, and Monk’s close friend and fellow pianist, Bud Powell. Monk’s harmonic innovations proved fundamental to the development of modern jazz in this period. Anointed by some critics as the “High Priest of Bebop,” several of his compositions (“52nd Street Theme,” “Round Midnight,” “Epistrophy” [co-written with Kenny Clarke and originally titled “Fly Right” and then “Iambic Pentameter”], “I Mean You”) were favorites among his contemporaries.

Yet, as much as Monk helped usher in the bebop revolution, he also charted a new course for modern music few were willing to follow. Whereas most pianists of the bebop era played sparse chords in the left hand and emphasized fast, even eighth and sixteenth notes in the right hand, Monk combined an active right hand with an equally active left hand, fusing stride and angular rhythms that utilized the entire keyboard. And in an era when fast, dense, virtuosic solos were the order of the day, Monk was famous for his use of space and silence. In addition to his unique phrasing and economy of notes, Monk would “lay out” pretty regularly, enabling his sidemen to experiment free of the piano’s fixed pitches. As a composer, Monk was less interested in writing new melodic lines over popular chord progressions than in creating a whole new architecture for his music, one in which harmony and rhythm melded seamlessly with the melody. “Everything I play is different,” Monk once explained, “different melody, different harmony, different structure. Each piece is different from the other. . . . [W]hen the song tells a story, when it gets a certain sound, then it’s through . . . completed.”


Despite his contribution to the early development of modern jazz, Monk remained fairly marginal during the 1940s and early 1950s. Besides occasional gigs with bands led by Kenny Clarke, Lucky Millinder, Kermit Scott, and Skippy Williams, in 1944 tenor saxophonist Coleman Hawkins was the first to hire Monk for a lengthy engagement and the first to record with him. Most critics and many musicians were initially hostile to Monk’s sound. Blue Note, then a small record label, was the first to sign him to a contract. Thus, by the time he went into the studio to lead his first recording session in 1947, he was already thirty years old and a veteran of the jazz scene for nearly half of his life. But he knew the scene and during the initial two years with Blue Note had hired musicians whom he believed could deliver. Most were not big names at the time but they proved to be outstanding musicians, including trumpeters Idrees Sulieman and George Taitt; twenty-two year-old Sahib Shihab and seventeen-year-old Danny Quebec West on alto saxophones; Billy Smith on tenor; and bassists Gene Ramey and John Simmons. On some recordings Monk employed veteran Count Basie drummer Rossiere “Shadow” Wilson; on others, the drum seat was held by well-known bopper Art Blakey. His last Blue Note session as a leader in 1952 finds Monk surrounded by an all-star band, including Kenny Dorham (trumpet), Lou Donaldson (alto), “Lucky” Thompson (tenor), Nelson Boyd (bass), and Max Roach (drums). In the end, although all of Monk’s Blue Note sides are hailed today as some of his greatest recordings, at the time of their release in the late 1940s and early 1950s, they proved to be a commercial failure.

Harsh, ill-informed criticism limited Monk’s opportunities to work—opportunities he desperately needed especially after his marriage to Nellie Smith in 1947, and the birth of his son, Thelonious, Jr., in 1949. Monk found work where he could, but he never compromised his musical vision. His already precarious financial situation took a turn for the worse in August of 1951, when he was falsely arrested for narcotics possession, essentially taking the rap for his friend Bud Powell. Deprived of his cabaret card—a police-issued “license” without which jazz musicians could not perform in New York clubs—Monk was denied gigs in his home town for the next six years. Nevertheless, he played neighborhood clubs in Brooklyn—most notably, Tony’s Club Grandean, sporadic concerts, took out-of-town gigs, composed new music, and made several trio and ensemble records under the Prestige Label (1952-1954), which included memorable performances with Sonny Rollins, Miles Davis, and Milt Jackson. In the fall of1953, he celebrated the birth of his daughter Barbara, and the following summer he crossed the Atlantic for the first time to play the Paris Jazz Festival. During his stay, he recorded his first solo album for Vogue. These recordings would begin to establish Monk as one of the century’s most imaginative solo pianists.

In 1955, Monk signed with a new label, Riverside, and recorded several outstanding LP’s which garnered critical attention, notably Thelonious Monk Plays Duke Ellington, The Unique Thelonious Monk, Brilliant Corners, Monk’s Music and his second solo album, Thelonious Monk Alone. In 1957, with the help of his friend and sometime patron, the Baroness Pannonica de Koenigswarter, he had finally gotten his cabaret card restored and enjoyed a very long and successful engagement at the Five Spot Café with John Coltrane on tenor saxophone, Wilbur Ware and then Ahmed Abdul-Malik on bass, and Shadow Wilson on drums. From that point on, his career began to soar; his collaborations with Johnny Griffin, Sonny Rollins, Art Blakey, Clark Terry, Gerry Mulligan, and arranger Hall Overton, among others, were lauded by critics and studied by conservatory students. Monk even led a successful big band at Town Hall in 1959. It was as if jazz audiences had finally caught up to Monk’s music.

By 1961, Monk had established a more or less permanent quartet consisting of Charlie Rouse on tenor saxophone, John Ore (later Butch Warren and then Larry Gales) on bass, and Frankie Dunlop (later Ben Riley) on drums. He performed with his own big band at Lincoln Center (1963), and at the Monterey Jazz Festival, and the quartet toured Europe in 1961 and Japan in 1963. In 1962, Monk had also signed with Columbia records, one of the biggest labels in the world, and in February of 1964 he became the third jazz musician in history to grace the cover of Time Magazine.

However, with fame came the media’s growing fascination with Monk’s alleged eccentricities. Stories of his behavior on and off the bandstand often overshadowed serious commentary about his music. The media helped invent the mythical Monk—the reclusive, naïve, idiot savant whose musical ideas were supposed to be entirely intuitive rather than the product of intensive study, knowledge and practice. Indeed, his reputation as a recluse (Time called him the "loneliest Monk") reveals just how much Monk had been misunderstood. As his former sideman, tenor saxophonist Johnny Griffin, explained, Monk was somewhat of a homebody: "If Monk isn't working he isn't on the scene. Monk stays home. He goes away and rests." Unlike the popular stereotypes of the jazz musician, Monk was devoted to his family. He appeared at family events, played birthday parties, and wrote playfully complex songs for his children: "Little Rootie Tootie" for his son, "Boo Boo's Birthday" and “Green Chimneys” for his daughter, and a Christmas song titled “A Merrier Christmas.” The fact is, the Monk family held together despite long stretches without work, severe money shortages, sustained attacks by critics, grueling road trips, bouts with illness, and the loss of close friends.

During the 1960s, Monk scored notable successes with albums such as Criss Cross, Monk’s Dream, It’s Monk Time, Straight No Chaser, and Underground. But as Columbia/CBS records pursued a younger, rock-oriented audience, Monk and other jazz musicians ceased to be a priority for the label. Monk’s final recording with Columbia was a big band session with Oliver Nelson’s Orchestra in November of 1968, which turned out to be both an artistic and commercial failure. Columbia’s disinterest and Monk’s deteriorating health kept the pianist out of the studio. In January of 1970, Charlie Rouse left the band, and two years later Columbia quietly dropped Monk from its roster. For the next few years, Monk accepted fewer engagements and recorded even less. His quartet featured saxophonists Pat Patrick and Paul Jeffrey, and his son Thelonious, Jr., took over on drums in 1971. That same year through 1972, Monk toured widely with the "Giants of Jazz," a kind of bop revival group consisting of Dizzy Gillespie, Kai Winding, Sonny Stitt, Al McKibbon and Art Blakey, and made his final public appearance in July of 1976. Physical illness, fatigue, and perhaps sheer creative exhaustion convinced Monk to give up playing altogether. On February 5, 1982, he suffered a stroke and never regained consciousness; twelve days later, on February 17th, he died.

Today Thelonious Monk is widely accepted as a genuine master of American music. His compositions constitute the core of jazz repertory and are performed by artists from many different genres. He is the subject of award winning documentaries, biographies and scholarly studies, prime time television tributes, and he even has an Institute created in his name. The Thelonious Monk Institute of Jazz was created to promote jazz education and to train and encourage new generations of musicians. It is a fitting tribute to an artist who was always willing to share his musical knowledge with others but expected originality in return.

Robin D. G. Kelley Ph.D.

Robin D. G. Kelley, a Professor of Anthropology, African American Studies and Jazz Studies at Columbia University, has published several books on African American culture and politics. His most recent book is Freedom Dreams: The Black Radical Imagination (2002). His articles on music have appeared in the New York Times, Black Music Research Journal, The Nation, Lenox Avenue, Rolling Stone, American Visions, among others. He is currently completing two books: Thelonious: A Life (The Free Press, forthcoming 2009), and Speaking in Tongues: Jazz and Modern Africa (Harvard University Press, forthcoming 2006)

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Ca continue

27 Octobre 2009 - ma fille va bientot avoir 2 ans. Je continue et valide la formule du blog. Un journal d'expression libre et ouverte... Un lectorat - inconnu et mysterieux - probablement inexistant, mais potentiellement infini - la multitude. Une voix, et - imaginant la solitude, et pourquoi pas la solitude dans les montagnes - une voix et son echo... un echo...

Des strates, des couches d'ecriture... un relief a travers le temps et l'espace.... un espace et un temps de dialogue et de decouverte... jete a la posterite...

Je continue, donc. Je valide et consolide... quoi? l'echo qui passe, s'oublie,... et reviens... a travers cela... les signes, les modeles de la vie... vibrations, energies..., les "patterns of life"... un dessin, un dessein...

Oh voila, et/ou peut etre rien... cela revient souvent au meme
Bonsoir, welcome back

NB: dessein: comprendre/saisir le sens (essayer - je parle pour moi): http://fr.wiktionary.org/wiki/dessein#.C3.89tymologie

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Carl G Jung, l'esprit,

Quelques points a suivre de pret dans l'oeuvre de Jung:
- sa critique de Freud (Memories, Dreams, Reflections) et notament le fait qu'il souligne la faible qualite d'analyse des reves de Freud. Si l'on met cela en parallele avec ce que la plupart pense: que la qualite d'analyse des reves de Freud est immense et joue un role cle dans son approche creatrice - referez en par exemple au petit texte de Stefan Zweig sur Freud, alors on se rend compte de la portee de l'oeuvre de Jung, car ca capacite d'analyse est quant a elle indiscutablement immense, elle est d'ailleurs indiscutable - et les raisons pourquoi elle l'est sont claires: c'est la vie, et l'oeuvre de Jung que d'y etre destine. Par ailleurs, il faut bien se rendre a l'evidence d'une conception opposee de l'interpretation entre Jung et Freud: ce que l'un veut liberer, l'autre veut le renfermer...relativiser l'approche de Freud

- au dela du religieux, ouvrir le champs du psyche (ou de la psyche): vers la spiritualite - ce qu'on pourrait definir comme une introspection "eclairee" de ou sur l'inconscient. Il faut creuser le sens et la portee de l'archetype "unalterable structure of a psychic world" (l.452 de la Phenomenology of the spirit in Fairytales).

"As in alchemy, our fairytale describes the unconscious processes that compensate the conscious, Christian situation." (l. 453, idem)

- L'instinct y est presente sous un jour qui m'interesse. Comme si l'instinct pouvait - une fois n'est pas coutume - etre delivre de sa gaine sensuelle et souvent presentee comme grossiere si ce n'est primitive - et s'immiscer dans le monde de l'eleve, le monde peut etre superieur, le monde spirituel. L'instinct se presentant alors comme une sorte de poussee (Trieb) de l'inconscient - une poussee qui exprimerait une aspiration a la vie superieur du monde de l'esprit. Non pas que ce monde soit sans danger - ils sont suffisamment presenter par la psychanalyse, mais que ce monde puisse etre valorise: voila aussi a quoi Jung contribue de maniere claire.

Pourquoi cette presentation de l'instinct m'interresse t'elle? parce qu elle me libere du carcan que je m'etais mis en etudiant l'instinct chez Nietszche: il y a en effet chez Nietzsche comme une ambivalence de l'instinct: une poussee, une montee (Trieb) mais aussi quelque chose de sauvage et incontrole et destructeur. Or Jung nous fait voir que le cote destructeur de Nietszche tient plus au fait qu'il refuse tout recours au Divin - Dieu, comme instance superieure - (une forme univeselle d'inconscient pour Jung? a voir?) et que des lors, de la poussee - parfois violente - ne reste que la violence, la force brutte. La fin - l'emergence de l'inconscient, du spirituel, ... - en est coupee. Il n'y a plus de spirituel, ne reste que la force de ce qui doit se manifester. Or pour Jung, ce qui se manifeste n'a de relaite que dans la structure (l'archetype), non dans le contenu - qui varie selon l'epoque, la culture etc.... Nietszche - qui n'a pas necessairement etabli l'existence de la structure - se fait souffler, destabiliser, detruire par le contenu....

C'est une hypothese de travail que je pose. Le travail pourra consister a la verifier, a l'elaborer, a la qualifier et l'affiner.

Jung, sarcastically, (and it was writen in the 1930's): "Only, heaven preserve us from psychology - that depravity might lead us to self-knowledge! Rather let us have wars, for which somebody else is always to blame, nobody seeing that all the world is driven to do just what all the world flees from in terror."

A propos, n'est ce pas tres a propos. 2007!! Let us pray that the worst is not ahead. My wife is just pregnant!

And by the way: self-knowledge: the socratic dream: l'education du Self (not self).
What the world is fleeing from is its ignorance of something formidable, which takes great care and great love to discover - from times immemorial - and which lies deeply within our hearts - within ourselves - hidden beneath our great ennemy the Ego - and within which resides our very being, our Self.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Le nouveau ne et Frederick Leboyer

Frederick Leboyer

Frederick Leboyer Photo

Frederick Leboyer was born in France in 1918. He studies medicine and specialised in gynaecology and obstetrics, becoming head consultant at the Paris Faculty of Medicine in the 1950s.

After undergoing psychoanalysis Dr Leboyer started working out new ideas about the process of birth. His book ‘Birth Without Violence’ revolutionised the vision of how we bring our children into the world.

Frederick Leboyer first visited India in 1959 and spent two months of every year there in the following two decades. He developed a keen interest in yoga and its applications for pregnant women and new mothers, particularly the use of breathing and sound.

In 1977, ‘Loving Hands’, a book about Shantala’s massage of her baby son in Calcutta, initiated western mothers to the power and magic of Infant Massage. Most of the training in Infant Massage in America and Europe stems form Shantala’s loving hands.

Frederick Leboyer, through these two books and other publications, has contributed, perhaps more than anyone else in the twentieth century, that the emotional environment of birth has a profound impact and life-long effects on everyone.

Frederick is also an accomplished poet.

Sunday, May 6, 2007

Carla Del Ponte - UN's top war-crimes prosecutor - sharings

About the Italian judge Giovani Falcone, killed by a mafia bomb together with his wife and three bodygards:
"arguably the most influential individual in my life. Over the years, I was to work with him on some of the most significant mafia cases..."

"At the global level, the fight for justice has barely begun. We continue to live in a world where double standards are the rule, not the exception. Some crimes are being prosecuted by international tribunals, but many are not. Some states are being held accountable for their violations of human rights, but others are not. Major powers continue to protect their clients and allies regardless of their criminal records. Values like the rule of law are loudly proclaimed, but quietly disregarded when they clash with political or business interests.

I believe that we as citizens must raise our voices when our leaders make hypocritical compromises with dictators, criminals or states protecting genocidaires. In the United States, Europe and part of Asia, civil society has the power to hold governements accountable. What an extraordinary privilege this is. It is one still lacking in too many nations.Those of us that have it, therefore, have a moral duty to use it. I, for one, plan to continue doing so.

Redefining the way you are living

Trying to bring more clarity regarding the latest posting... The pain of looking around and setting goals which we think are worthwile being lived for... What else?

There is so much that we can do or have, without doing much, or even thinking much. At least in countries like France... or coming from wealthy family to broaden the discussion... or even just being human: look at the habit of watching soccer, playing loterry games, engaging in coffee shop discussion or watching TV... Not that any of these are criminal... but, really speaking... is that enough to be satisfied.

It's a good start to be dissatisfied... just a start though...

What is the clarity of one's life? Only the search can tell

Saturday, April 14, 2007

It is a painful process. Redefining the way you are living... Who you are... How can you redefine who you are. For me it all hangs somewhere, where I lost touch. Which references I have to say who I am. This only thing I know is: I am determined and I have some aspirations. The rest...? I am successful? Am i a businessman? Am I this or that? I lost touch...

Remains the ways we wish to conduct our lives. How much do we like to work? Again, it seems a silly question. For me I always enjoyed working... there would always be one or another... what seems relevant instead, is the level of responsibility we are willing to take in whatever we do... From responsibility, come struggle and challenges. Without responsibility what is life? In fact I am discovering that what we call adult life is nothing but an exposure to responsibilities ... in many forms: family, parents, work to start with...

Now from that, I cannot see any opposition between childhood and adulthood - except of course that a child has a limited ability to take responsibility. In fact, it seems a good training for teenagers:... finding ways to take responsibility. What else could define a difference between child and adults: playing? surely not - we all love playing. It is just our time management that allos less of it. Relationship? except sexe issues - which today are quickly revisited considering the early age at which Youth start having relationships including sexual relationship - i do not see any major dichotomy between ages... We learn that real friendship is rare if not impossible - does it exist in fact? we experience various degree of dependance, based on needs or pleasure... and/or based on something possibly higher that Aristotle called virtue. In fact Youth are very idealistic and often cherish this type of relationships. It is commonly the adults who manage to ternish these. Many movies have exemplified this theme.

I am obviously still fantasizing about Childhood. It seems I will never forgive the adults of what I - since early - perceived as insensitivity, grossness and sheer stupidity.

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