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Malo nostalgije: Daleč

Posted: 18/12/2011 in Misli
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Daleč…

 Daleč je,
daleč je tisto
od tod.
Ali še dalje –
tam,
kjer všumevajo mure.
Daleč
od marsikod.
Daleč
od vsepovsod.

Daleč je,
daleč je tisto,
kjer imajo kraji
še takšno starošegno
navado,
da pridejo
k vsakemu
prav na dom,
potrkajo
in pozdravijo
z dobrim dnem
in se
za kakšen hip
še naslonijo
na podboje
in vprašajo,
kakšno je zdravje,
kakšna je sreča
in kako na sploh
grejo leta
navkreber.

Daleč je,
daleč je tisto.
Daleč
od tod.
Tako daleč,
da morebiti
še tam tega ni več,
tam,
kjer vzšumevajo mure,
morebiti
je zdaj že vse to
odšlo
še daleč dalje,
da je že dalje
tudi od ondod,
od marsikod…

Dalje od vsepovsod.

Nekega jutra, ko se zdani,
in se glave ohladijo,
vsak odide svojo pot.
Nekega jutra, ko se zdani,
in se skuze posüšijo –
nekega jutra, ko se zdani…

Dragi bralci, preljube bralke,

se spomnite prispevka, v katerem smo govorili, da klopi niso samo za sedenje? Parkourovec Tim ‘Livewire’ Shieff gre še korak (ali premet ali salto?) naprej in nam v videu Imagination is Everything pokaže, kako lahko z malo domišljije to, kar nam je bilo dano – naše telo in svojo neposredno okolico – uporabimo za ustvarjanje malih (vadbenih) čudežev:

You’ve got four limbs: two arms, two legs, your feet, your hands – and what are you using them for? To walk to the train station or to type on the keyboard. You’ve got all this potential and you’re not using it. So, what we’re doing is we’re taking these [looks at his arms and legs] and we say: ‘I wonder what I can come up with today with what I’ve been given.’  That’s it – it’s really respecting that body more than most people. (…) It’s not about being reckless, about doing the most dangerous thing, it’s about  doing it with the respect to the environment, with respect to the people around you. (…) It’s that control of the mind  – I’m physically able here [on the ground], why can’t I do it in this situation [two stories higher]? (…) It has taught me to respect things more, rather than being ‘Ah, this is bad, this is a problem in my life’; OK, that’s what I’m given, get on with it. You know, I’ve got this wall here – what can I do with it? (…) I wanted to do this move, but I can’t, so I’ll come up with something else. It’s just that positive mind set. If you can have that in life – really, it can change everything.  

Lepa nadgradnja Shieffovih misli pa je govor njegovega parkourovskega kamerada Daniela Ilebaca v filmčku Choose not to Fall, v katerem izpostavi, kako pomembna je osredotočenost na tukaj-in-zdaj ter trdna odločenost, da ti ne bo spodletelo:

The adventure is not knowing what’s going to happen next. It’s accepting that you don’t have control of the future, that you only have control of the ‘now’, make the most of now, so every step that I take is not calculated or thought of, it’s just – I put my body in that position and I adapt to it. When you think ahead in the future, it prevents you from being in the moment – now – only when you’re present in the moment, are you able to do what’s important (…) You might not have tomorrow, y’know what I mean? (…) I don’t do it to show off, I do it maybe to wake someone up, for them to ask the question ‘Why are you doing this?’ and that gives me then the opportunity to speak to them and tell them the reason why I do this. And one of my aims is to help people to realize that parkour is so powerul that it can change people’s lives. I’ve found what we’re looking for through parkour – which is our relationship with God (…) Confidence isn’t gained over time of practice, it’s gained when you realize that you choose your path, when you choose not to fall – just that look of life helps me to be more free and myself. (…) If you’re afraid to fall, you’ll fall because you’re afraid. Everything is choice. 

Pa še banda v akciji:

 

For the past few months I’ve just been thinking about how grateful I am to be a part of this community, because it’s rare for a generation to come across something so pure and true. Through the practice I have been gifted with relationships and life changing moments that I may not have experienced otherwise.
Cherish today and the people around you.
– Daniel

Kot nekomu, ki ni ravno (khm) medmišično koordiniran, so tovrstne parkourovske vragolije še posebej fascinantne, še zlasti pa naravna/spontana duhovnost, ki jih prežema. Ljudje si duhovnost pogosto predstavljajo kot nek ezoterični la-la, kot nekaj, kar je povsem ločeno od tega sveta, kot “povsem Drugo”. Pa ni tako: pristna duhovnost je najbolj praktična stvar na svetu – je biti spojen s svetom v tukaj-in-zdaj. Kot je rekel Josef Beuysa:

»Misterij se dogaja na glavni postaji«

Ali z besedami Willigisa Jägra:

V skakanju z rolkami ali jadranju s padalom tiči potencialno prav toliko religioznosti kot v bogoslužju. (…) »Religija je naše življenje in izvrševanje življenja je prava religija.«


Lepe praznike vam želim in pa –

mir z vami! 😉

Vaš S.

Stičišče nebes in pekla

Posted: 26/10/2011 in Duhovnost, Misli
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“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.”

(John Milton, Paradise Lost)

I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.

Completely.

When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me “garbage can” and telling me I’d be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn’t run home crying, wondering why. I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.

I hated myself all the time. As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn’t going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you’ll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn’t think much of them either.

Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn’t even drag them to my mom’s car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.

Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.’s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn’t looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn’t want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.

Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn’t know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.

Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn’t say shit to me.

It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn’t want to come off the mat, it’s the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn’t teach you anything. That’s the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.

It wasn’t until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can’t be as bad as that workout.

I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn’t ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you’re not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.

I have never met a truly strong person who didn’t have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone’s shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr. Pepperman.

Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.

Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.

Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn’t see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.

I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you’re made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it’s some kind of miracle if you’re not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.

I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.

Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.

The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it’s impossible to turn back.

The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you’re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.

(Henry Rollins, Iron and the Soul)

O obrekovanju

Posted: 19/09/2011 in Misli
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Ne bojte se obrekovanja in kritike.
Le moralno šibki se čutijo prisiljene braniti ali navajati razloge drugim. Naj v vaše dobro govorijo vaša dejanja. Na to, kako nas dojemajo drugi, ne moremo vplivati, in če to poskusimo, le zapravljamo svoj značaj.
Če vam povedo, da vas je nekdo kritiziral, se ne trudite z izgovori ali obrambo. Le nasmehnite se in odgovorite: “Domnevam, da ta človek ne pozna vseh mojih drugih napak, sicer ne bi omenjal samo teh.”

(Epiktet)


Laže je kritizirati kot pa dobro kuhati. 🙂

(Auguste Escoffier)

“Učim se tudi od psov. Ryo, psica, je že v letih. Če nimaš res iskrenega srca, te še povoha ne. Vedno gleda naravnost v oči. In takoj ve. (…) Ves čas jo moraš priznavati. Če je zate le pes, gre po svoje. Če je kdo grob ali preglasen, samo gleda vstran. Za pse je pomemben samo ta trenutek. Zanje ni pomembna preteklost, ker te ni. Od preteklosti se ne moreš najesti niti sprehoditi. Če si prijatelj zdaj, je to prijateljstvo. Če nisi, je to le rutina, dolžnost, da greš s psom na sprehod, vendar si v mislih povsem drugje.”

(Jernej Mehle, Pot k Zenu)

Asked to explain Zen-
my puppy with the same name
looks, and thumps his tail.

(Jay Hackett, Zen Haiku and Other Zen Poems)

Za vse, prav za vse je prostor nekje, kjer trate še zelené.
Tjaram-pa-didi, vsa sreča in mi, sreča brez vrvice.

Tista stara zver

Posted: 16/08/2011 in Duhovnost, Misli
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Za M.

Mnogi učenci duhovnih disciplin sodobnega časa ne vedo za znanje starih modrecev, ki vedo iz lastnih izkušenj povedati, da dokler te nekdo iskreno ljubi, da takrat si krasen človek; ko pa te ne ljubijo več, se vrne stara zver, in vsa ta leta, ko si bil ljubljen, nisi pa naporno vadil, so vržena proč, izgubljena.
(Jernej Mehle, Pot k Zenu)

Hush
It’s okay
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Cause soulmates never die

Če bi bralcu želel eno samo stvar, potem bi bila to želja, da bi bil sposoben zaznavati čudeže.

(Scott Peck, The Road Less Traveled)

Vsi nosimo v sebi ideje in podobe o resničnosti, ki ji pogosto zberemo od drugih ljudi, tečajev, ki smo jih obiskovali, prebranih knjig, televizije, radia, časopisov, kulture na splošno. Vse skupaj nam ustvarja podobo o tem, kakšne so stvari in kaj se dogaja. Zaradi tega pogosto vidimo svoje misli ali misli drugih, namesto da bi videli, kaj je pred nami ali v nas. Pogosto se niti ne ukvarjamo s tem niti ne perverjamo, kako se počutimo, saj mislimo, da že vse vemo in razumemo. Tako smo lahko nedojemljivi za čudeže in življenjsko silo novih srečevanj. Če nismo pazljivi, lahko pozabimo celo to, da je neposreden stik mogoč. Hitro lahko izgubimo stik z bistvom in tega niti ne opazimo. Živimo lahko v lastni sanjski resničnosti, ne da bi sploh začutili izgubo, prepad, nepotrebno razdaljo, ki smo jo postavili med sebe in doživljaje. Če tega ne vemo, smo lahko le bolj osiromašeni, tako duhovno kot čustveno. Ko postane naš stik s svetom neposreden, se lahko zgodi nekaj lepega in edinstvenega.

(Jon Kabat-Zinn, Kamorkoli greš, si že tam)

V mojem primeru gre za mlado pacientko, za katero se je pokazalo – kljub naporom z obeh strani – da je psihološko nedosegljiva. Težava je bila v tem, da je vedno vedela vse najbolje. Njena odlična izobrazba jo je opremila z orožjem, ki je idealno služilo njenemu namenu – z izredno zglajenim kartezijanskim racionalizmom, ki je vseboval natančno, “geometrično” podobo stvarnosti. Po nekaj neuspešnih poskusih, da bi omečil njeno racionalnost z malo bolj človeškim razumevanjem, sem se moral omejiti na upanje, da se bo zgodilo nekaj nepričakovanega in iracionalnega, nekaj, kar bo razbilo intelektualno retorto, v katero se je bila zapečatila. Tako sem ji nekega dne sedel nasproti, s hrbtom obrnjen proti oknu in poslušal njeno tekoče pripovedovanje. Prejšnjo noč se ji je sanjalo nekaj, kar je naredilo nanjo velik vtis. V sanjah ji je nekdo dal dragocen okras – zlatega karabeja. Ko mi je pripovedovala o svojih sanjah, sem zaslišal, kako nekaj rahlo udarja ob okensko šipo. Obrnil sem se in zagledal precej velikega čmrlja, ki se je z zunanje strani zaletaval v okensko steklo, ker je na vsak način hotel priti v zatemnjeno sobo. To se mi je zdelo zelo čudno. Takoj sem odprl okno in čmrlja ujel. Bila je zlata minica (Cetonia aurata), podobna skarabeju, saj s svojo zlatozeleno barvo še najbolj spominja na zlatega skarabeja. Hrošča sem dal svoji pacienti z besedami: “Tu imate svoje skarabeja.” Ta dogodek je naredil zaželeno razpoko v njenem racionalizmu in predrl led njenega intelektualnega upiranja. Zdaj sva lahko nadaljevala zdravljenje, ki je poslej dobro teklo.

(Karl Gustav Jung, O sočasnosti)

Filozofija se začne s čudenjem.

(Platon, Teajtet)