I can read the story already, a romance novel, but better since in real world. A flashback to the first encounter, the first electricity between body and mind, and the infatuation as the words play along the story drawing circles and heart in my head. Such a narrow escape -pfff- but still a damn good story in my head!
14th century, “to compare” lands onto the English dictionary, flying straight from the Latin universe –one of these parallel universes still in existence. 21th century, in another universe –the one of self-development- “to compare” spreads like mushrooms. Now, when collecting it, make sure to pick the eatable one, the compare which drives you to new horizons rather than the red and dotted one… that one may drive you to black holes and craziness.
Arg… not yet New Year’s eve and already new resolutions knocking on the door… all I could be that I am not. Damn! That’s not a coffee I will need for such work, that’s energy times trillion… and to get that energy, only one thing possible, remembering everything I am already, everything I am creating daily and bounce on my strengths, my favourite inner coffee!
It’s so easy to see everything we do not do, everything we are not yet, everything we could be… it’s all on the outside like huge colored letters written on big wall around us. Hum… experience to be blind, and feel inside rather than reading outside… that’s an idea!
I think it is… Boycott time! All standard single questions, boring icebreakers such as –where you’re from? What you do? What’s your job? Boycott! NOW! And let’s see if boxes are finally sent into exile.
What? Here again… one single question, one single answer… and bang, I’m back into that damned box. Black and no movement in sight… unless kickboxing! Yeah! Let’s go kickboxing walls and more.
Remembering just there, as the muscles move, stretch and contract, the intention of dancing. It’s not a goal, neither an objective. It is not about tango, waltz or Lindy-hop. It is an intention in the movement itself, a movement as a set of steps in dialogue with a music and a partner, and a determination that gives it purpose. And finally dancing becomes an emotion, a movement into an evolution.
Finally, neurosciences is giving us really good basis to understand what makes a person, this fascinating notion of “neural self”. And that “neural self” is a true combination mind and body, a two-ways feedback loop in a continuous dialogue. Let’s keep moving and keep the dialogue dynamic!
Drawing is a movement as well, a hand movement, an arm movement, a thought movement. Evolution as a series of movements? It starts with a hand, moves to a thought, and then gets the body in action, and with the body, the life of the heart and the food of the brain.
Remembering just there, as the muscles move, stretch and contract, the intention of running. It’s not a goal, neither an objective. It is not about running 10km or 20km, running in less than 30 minutes or 60. It is an intention in the movement itself, a movement which goes somewhere, with a determination that gives it purpose. And suddenly running becomes more than a movement, it becomes an emotion, a movement into an evolution.