Je suis né avec un terrible handicap
Je suis né sans talent particulier
Je suis ne avec une sensibilité particuliere
C'est une maladie - un handicap
Contre tout instinct, en particulier mes instincts les
plus précieux instincts animaux de survie,
ma sensibilité est une fonction débilitante
qui me tourne vers des directions inattendues et dangereuses
la mort, les étoiles
la plus extreme fragilité
une communication inversée
du dehors vers le dedans
et ayant quelque chose a voir avec cette
extreme fragilité (d'une manière qu'il reste a voir)
la peur et un sens de la peur particulier
Je suis né, comme d'autres, sous cette étoile
et serai donc pour le reste de mes jours
ce type-la de berger
a querry in Ubin
Monday, April 18, 2011
Journal - 1988-1989
En 2003, j ai decide d'appeler cette partie de mes "ecrits" / ou de mon "journal" ainsi:
Vu d'en haut - envol ... & crash
Cela signifie: mes aspirations dans leur pureté, l'expression d’idéaux élevés et une certaine souffrance.
Puis le crash.... la mise en terre, en quelque sorte... le deuil et sans doute, pour quelques temps du moins, la résignation, la lassitude, l'endormissement, l'oubli (qui n'en n'est réellement pas un)
Einst hatte ich Wilde Hunde.... kleine singerinen
Vu d'en haut - envol ... & crash
Cela signifie: mes aspirations dans leur pureté, l'expression d’idéaux élevés et une certaine souffrance.
Puis le crash.... la mise en terre, en quelque sorte... le deuil et sans doute, pour quelques temps du moins, la résignation, la lassitude, l'endormissement, l'oubli (qui n'en n'est réellement pas un)
Einst hatte ich Wilde Hunde.... kleine singerinen
20 Mars 1989 angoisse de la mort
On parle beaucoup de cette angoisse de la mort, de ce vide. Je ne l'ai jamais ressenti,... ou jamais su la décrypter en tout cas. Peut être ma vie est-elle trop pleine pour que je pense a la mort profondément (je veux dire que je vis trop). Mais par ailleurs, j'ai déjà ressenti mainte fois cette angoisse-ci: dois-je prendre conscience de moi-même comme être - entité - isole, parmi les autres. Je prenais conscience de mes responsabilités durant toute ma vie, ou je devais, moi seul, m’élever, être autonome, responsable devant moi-même et les autres. Il y avait les arbres, les plantes... pourquoi n'en étais-je pas? J’étais moi et seul.
Cette angoisse est celle de la la vie (de l'homme face a autrui), pas de la mort.
Peut être ces angoisses dont j'ai déjà parle sont-elles celles de la peur de la vie?
Rien ne sert de pleurer sur son sort, sur notre sort et nos malheurs, ... je prends le part d'en rire
Cette angoisse est celle de la la vie (de l'homme face a autrui), pas de la mort.
Peut être ces angoisses dont j'ai déjà parle sont-elles celles de la peur de la vie?
Rien ne sert de pleurer sur son sort, sur notre sort et nos malheurs, ... je prends le part d'en rire
L'adolescence - fin 1988
L'adolescence n'est ni un mur, ni une étape; c'est le zenith de la vie, la plénitude morale et spirituelle car c'est: un etat receptif, humble, modeste, sense, parvenu, reflechi..., et non borne, vicieux, etc... comme l'est l'age adulte. Malheureusement on est plus longtemps adulte qu'adolescent, et les adultes ont toujours raison. Alors en vieillissant, ils renient leur adolescence "age ingrat". Pour ma part, j'essaierai de conserver mon etat d'esprit actuel de quete et de recherche, et j'essaierai de m'en souvenir; de mon adolescence, de mes questions, reflexions et promesses.
Idee de recherche: le moi: la conscience etc... la morale
le comportement, le groupe
l'enfance
"l'innocence, s'est se pardonner a soi-meme
la purete, c'est ne rien faire"
Idee de recherche: le moi: la conscience etc... la morale
le comportement, le groupe
l'enfance
"l'innocence, s'est se pardonner a soi-meme
la purete, c'est ne rien faire"
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
En route sur la voix difficile de la maitrise de soi
Nouvelle année 2011
En route sur la voix difficile de la maîtrise de soi
100 fois sur le metier remettez votre ouvrage
Faire face
Faire preuve de resources
Mes resolutions 2011:
1.8 millions de ventes a Singapour, la Malaisie, la Thailande
Surtout: etre a l'ecoute - etre a l'ecoute et faire face - face et cote
Mettre a niveau ce que je pense, ressens et ce que je fais et entreprends
En route sur la voix difficile de la maîtrise de soi
100 fois sur le metier remettez votre ouvrage
Faire face
Faire preuve de resources
Mes resolutions 2011:
1.8 millions de ventes a Singapour, la Malaisie, la Thailande
Surtout: etre a l'ecoute - etre a l'ecoute et faire face - face et cote
Mettre a niveau ce que je pense, ressens et ce que je fais et entreprends
Monday, October 18, 2010
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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.
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
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.
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]
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.
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.
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?
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
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.
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 ;-)
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
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?
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
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.
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.
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.
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