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Podcast 2/52 – On habits

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You already know that The One You Feed is a favorite podcast of mine, so maybe it’s no surprise to you that I’ll include an episode from there early on in this yearlong series. But this is a mini-episode, where Eric Zimmer talks about building habits. It’s a short episode really just summarizing Erics best tips for how to build a habit successfully.

I won’t reveal all the different suggestions, except my favorite tip, which is one of the last ones: Never miss twice. Because I’m sure you, as well as I, have started to create a habit some time, only to realize all of a sudden that we´ve missed a day. Rather than beat yourself up over it and/or toss it all away, going There’s no point to it, I just missed a day, I’ll never be able to get this habit in please go Never miss twice instead. That is a loving and forgiving way to look at yourself and building of habits, because who cares if you miss a day? I mean, really. What’s the big deal? It’s like getting tossed off a horse, get back on again!never miss twice

I hope you listen to the podcast, and come back next Sunday for the next podcast tip.

Which one was your favorite tip? And are there any tips you have on building a habit that wasn’t on Erics list, that you’d like to share?

Podcast 1/52 – Quiet places

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VejbystrandWalking along the beautiful coastline of Vejbystrand just before New Years I listened to the most amazing episode from On Being, featuring acoustic ecologist (you’re in good company, I had no idea there was such a thing either!) Gordon Hempton sharing his love for nature and both sound and silence.

He speaks about silence not meaning the absence of sound, but rather the absence of noise. And the conversation Gordon and Krista have about the last quiet places really shook me up. I urge you to listen, and see if you get shook up as well. It made me realize that noise pollution really is all around us, and I’ve never really gave it proper consideration before. Did you?

Adventslyft nr 3 – Skuggsidan

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Min bror mailade mig och frågade ”Följer du Serial the podcast?”. Mitt svar var nej, men jag klickade genast på länken till artikeln han länkade till. Och tre sekunder senare prenumererade jag på podcasten i Podcaster, för artikeln väckte min nyfikenhet.

skuggsidanDagens ord är SKUGGSIDAN, och Serial the podcast väcker mina tankar kring just det. En tragedi där en ung flicka mister sitt liv. Men är mannen som dömts för dådet verkligen skyldig? Han är fälld i domstol, men vem vet. Inte jag åtminstone.

Serial the podcast är en väldigt annorlunda podcast, olikt något jag lyssnat till förut. Och det är en del av lockelsen. Men det är också en kriminalhistoria som utvecklas vecka för vecka, organiskt, utan manus. Oerhört spännande, och jag längtar efter nästa veckas avsnitt! Blir du nyfiken så ger jag ett enda råd, och det är att börja från avsnitt ett, för annars faller liksom hela poängen.

Skuggsidan – jag tänker på podcasten Serial.
Skuggsidan – vem eller vad tänker du på?

Adventslyft nr 2 – Skönhet

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skönhetOrdet SKÖNHET väcker mycket i mig. Det jag tänker på just nu är dock två Instagram-konton som både två är så oerhört skickliga på att lyfta fram skönheten i livet, i vardagen, i det som är.

Båda två lyckas kombinera fantastiska fotografier med tänkvärda reflektioner i ord. Kombinationen av ord och bild blir magisk och skänker mig glädje och njutning, när deras skapelser passerar i mitt flöde. Jag hajjar till, tittar närmre, läser, betraktar färger och former. Andas in och gläds åt stunden som är Nu.

Så varmaste tack Silwersara och Kammebornia för allt ni gör för att göra världen till en vackrare plats!

Skönhet – jag tänker på Silwersara och Kammebornia.
Skönhet – vem eller vad tänker du på?

When you hold on tightly

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Alan Seale is a man I admire greatly. Thanks to him, my personal transformation jump started a few years back. He publishes a newsletter, that I’ve referred to several times here on the blog.

This time, he published a poem by himself, that moved me deeply. Perhaps it will move you too? I will get out of your way, letting you read it in peace.

When You Hold On Tightly
by Alan Seale

When you hold on
tightly,
nothing can leave
your hands.
You imagine
that you cannot lose
”it”
as long as
you hold on
tightly.
Your mind
tells you
that you are
safe –
that nothing
can happen to
”it”
as long as
you don’t let
”it”
go.

Yet
when you hold on,
your hands are
closed.
When you hold on,
it’s impossible
for your hands
to receive
anything else.
They are
already full.
They cannot open
another door.
They cannot touch
another person or
accept
a gift.
There is
no room
for any other
possibility.

Yes,
it’s true.
Sort of.
Nothing
can happen
as long as you
hold on.
It’s also true
that you can’t even
take a deep breath.
Because if you do,
your grip will loosen
and
”it”
might get away.
Oh,
but you thought
you were
protecting
”it.”
Or are you
protecting
you?

What might be
possible
if you let
”it”
go?
What might be
possible
if you give
”it”
freedom
to stay,
to leave,
to transform,
to evolve?
What might be waiting
for you
right now
if your hands
were free
to receive?

Hands

Kom till ro min själ

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Idag sjöng Södra Sallerups kyrkokör under gudstjänsten i Husie kyrka, under ledning av Jens Eriksson. Jag sjunger i denna kör, sedan en fyra-fem år tillbaka.

Jag njuter av att sjunga, av att höra stämmorna som samverkar, och stundvis skaver – medvetet eller omedvetet – mot varandra, hur tonerna får expandera och känslor svallar. Jag blundar, tar höjd uppåt, njuter av att känna hur min röst formar ton och ord, som fångas upp av åhörarnas öron.

Jag finner ett stort nöje i att låta min blick vandra över publiken, landa i ögonkontakt, ett delat leende, den delade glädjen över vacker musik som förmedlar en stämning.

Jag låter blicken även fara över mina körsångskollegor, ser deras inandning före en ny fras ska påbörjas, hur ögon söker sig till Jens för att få direktiv kring takt, anslag, styrka. Även där stundvis ögonkontakt, ett delat leende, tillhörigheten, glädjen i att gemensamt skapa stämningsgivande musik.

Gläds! Njut!
Se det stora även i detta lilla, att vi tillsammans samskapar något som skänker även andra glädje och njutning, men även skapar ett utrymme för sorg och saknad, välkomnat och famnat av dagens Allhelgona-musik.

Kom till ro min själ

Jag tackar er alla från djupet av mitt hjärta, för att jag får vara en del av detta sammanhang, som berikar mitt liv, på så många olika sätt.

När jag sjunger kommer min själ till ro. Var upplever du att din själ kommer till ro?

Shake it off!

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This one is for my daughter, even though I know she prefers the original version by Taylor Swift. But I love Postmodern Jukebox, so here it is, in a great cover version:

The message she picks up on is the wisdom in actually shaking things off, when they don’t serve us, and just going for it, really, do your thing if it lights you up, regardless of what other people say. I like the sound of that right now.

What do you feel like shaking off at the moment?

Fear begets fear

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In the movie Bowling for Columbine by Michael Moore there is a short clip on fear, making a very poignant statement on the fact that fear begets fear. See for yourself:

It’s a dreadful story, but really…. what it says is this:

Within the reality of fear, fear is what you will get.

And that might not make a whole lot of sense, but let me try to put it closer to home.

Ever lost your keys? You search and search for them, checking in bags, pockets, the laundry basket, inside cupboards and drawers, in the ceramic bowl where you normally put them…. but to no avail. Gone. Nowhere to be found.

Know the feeling?

And then, all of a sudden…. your friend/spouse/child looks in the ceramic bowl, and says Here they are!

And you are dumbfounded. HOW is it possible? I LOOKED THERE, I promise I did.

Or, second scenario when your friend/spouse/child isn’t around, and you search and search, and finally give up. You go do something else for a while, and then go to pick up another key from the bowl…. and lo and behold, there the lost keys are as well!

And you are dumbfounded. HOW is it possible? I LOOKED THERE, I promise I did.

Ever experienced something similar to this?

This is the thing:
Within the reality of ”my keys are lost”, your keys are lost. Within that reality, you can’t find them. But within the reality of your friend/spouse/child your keys weren’t lost, they were simply not found. And within that reality, the keys are easier (unless you’ve really lost them) to find. And the same goes for the second scenario; when you leave the ”lost keys-reality”, you enter another reality where they can be found.

The same goes with fear. Within the reality of I am so afraid, you will not find comfort, safety and security. You need to shift from that reality to another one, where comfort, safety and security can be had. The good news about that is that just as the keys could be found from another reality, it’s entirely possible for us to switch realities (if you object to reality being used here, call is state of mind, call it my experience of life, call it the human experience), because the reality I experience is created by the feelings coming from the thought in my head.

And the switch only have one thing stopping it from happening, and that is if I cling for dear life to the current one. That very effectively stops a new thought (and hence a possible new reality) from showing up, and then I’m stuck.

So you have a choice: stick to the existing reality of the problem you’re currently facing, or let it go, and have a possibility to find whatever you are looking for?

When they sleep

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I read a poem today, by the Norwegian poet Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994) :

All people are children when they sleep.
there’s no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
– God, teach me the language of sleep.

half-open flowers

If only we could speak to each other then, when our hearts are like half-open flowers, what a difference that could make. What would you be saying differently do you think?