mercredi 27 janvier 2010
Coaching Masters
Og Mandino
Norman Vincent Peale
Robert Schuller
Zg Ziglar
Earl Nightingale
Une philosophie de Succès
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Ce que vous croyez devient vos pensées
Vos pensées deviennent vos paroles
Vos paroles deviennent vos actions
Vos actions deviennent vos habitudes
Vos habitudes deviennent vos valeurs
Vos valeurs deviennent votre destinée
Story out of ‘Mastery – The Key to Fulfillment’ by George Leonard
When I was a boy, my father would let me go to his office with him on Saturday mornings. I don't think he had to go. He was simply drawn there; it was his place of practice. He was in the fire insurance business, and while he went through his mail, he would let me wander through the office, free to play with the marvelous mechanical contrivances of those days—the stately upright typewriters, the handoperated adding machines, the staplers and paper punches, and the old dictaphone on which I could record a thin facsimile of my voice.
I loved the Saturday morning silence and the smells of glue and ink, rubber erasers and well-worn wood.
I would play with the machines and make paper airplanes for a while but then, more likely than not, I would go into my father's office and just sit there watching him, fascinated by the depth of his concentration.
He was in a world of his own, entirely relaxed and at the same time entirely focused as he opened the envelopes of various sizes and shapes, sorted the contents into piles, and made notes to his secretary. And all the time he worked, his lips were slightly parted, his breath steady and calm, his eyes soft, and his hands moving steadily, almost hypnotically.
I remember wondering even then, when I was not more than ten years old, if I would ever have such a power of concentration or take such pleasure in my work. Certainly not at school, certainly not during my scattered, abortive attempts to do homework.
I knew even then that he was an ambitious man with a burning desire for the extrinsic rewards of his work, including public recognition and even fame. But I also knew that he loved his work—the feel, the rhythm, the texture of it. My father's colleagues later told me that he was among the best in his field. Still, the public recognition he might have wished for never materialized, nor did the fame. But recognition is often unsatisfying and fame is like seawater for the thirsty. Love of your work, willingness to stay with it even in the absence of extrinsic reward, is good food and good drink.
mardi 26 janvier 2010
3 little advices I sent to a friend but I don't think she appreciated it
Détends-toi, et visualise de la lumière dans ton coeur, éclatante, brillante et chaude. Sens-la se diffuser et grandir, s'épanchant en dehors de toi de plus en plus loin, jusqu'à ce que tu sois comme un soleil d'or, déversant sur chaque être et chaque chose une énergie d'amour "La lumière divine et l'amour divin coulent à travers moi et rayonnent à partir de moi sur tout ce qui m'entoure" - répéter jusqu'à en être convaincue.
*Double
Your body is here. And if you look for yourself, you get that you are bigger that your body, in fact. You start feeling your body from a bigger unity, you can ask anything you want and your body does it. It is your link with the physical world, thank to your body you can smell flowers and other nice stuff, you can see the beauty of the world (and other less beautiful things, but there's still beautiful, lol), you can interact with the others and share. If you command your body with your soul, it responds much nicer. ;o)
*Watch yourself
Imagine there's a second you next to you (of in front of u). Watch it, how does she react to the things you're confronted with? She's so beautiful and calm, she trusts life and has a constant feeling of joy and happiness. You'd like to be her, and she inspires you. You can walk of work with her as long as you wish.