HOLIDAY
"- Could you help me control my thoughts and my body?
- Sit on the floor in front of me, rocking the pelvis forward, straighten the spine, focusing now on the verticality of your posture.
- Here.
- Do not dig the belly , do not contract, inhale and exhale gently.
- Here.
- Passes thoughts with breathing, leave the appear and disappear.
- They are scrambling to the gates, my thoughts, they flow into a torrent.
- Control the flow.
[...] - Now, trying not to think about anything.
- For nothing?
- As if I was dead?
- No, as if you were a flower or a bird of spring. Stop thinking with your personal consciousness, thought with another consciousness, one of the world, thinks that as the tree buds, like the falling rain. "
Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt, who Sumo could not grow
- Sit on the floor in front of me, rocking the pelvis forward, straighten the spine, focusing now on the verticality of your posture.
- Here.
- Do not dig the belly , do not contract, inhale and exhale gently.
- Here.
- Passes thoughts with breathing, leave the appear and disappear.
- They are scrambling to the gates, my thoughts, they flow into a torrent.
- Control the flow.
[...] - Now, trying not to think about anything.
- For nothing?
- As if I was dead?
- No, as if you were a flower or a bird of spring. Stop thinking with your personal consciousness, thought with another consciousness, one of the world, thinks that as the tree buds, like the falling rain. "
Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt, who Sumo could not grow
Being on vacation in itself! Become other. Drop the mask, change costumes, make new benchmarks, lay eyes on what is not watching, feel the wind that reveals the forgotten skin, shivering. Leave the items we toss, no longer resist, let go ... at least a few moments. Just be what you are. The grass makes it an effort to push?
How difficult it is to do nothing, or rather to be at peace with immobility. Is it a question of confidence in his destiny or is it the guilt in a world so busy? The storm and the calm, the flux and reflux, breathing and expiration, work and rest ... It seems so natural. Is it the fear of no longer exist, as if it had always justify our place in our lives by some movement? How much time do we spend a day just to prove our importance?
We were talking of holidays, time to rest too have thought too much, too organized. Time for ourselves and those we love. Together. Finally a moment away from books and notebooks, meetings and presentations, a world without performance while indolence. Regardless of the place as it helps us to empty itself. I like walks, when my eyes do can not hang and it dissolves into the blue sky. While there is no thoughts, just feelings, a sense of calm empty, not a chasm but a full breath.
take advantage of this well-deserved break to reconnect with the simplicity, September will not fly away.
Nathalie Martinez-Vogelsinger
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