More quotes from ” The monk who sold his Ferrari”

If you haven´t read the book I must recommend that you do´.

  • “Even if you don´t like it, look in the mirror and laugh for a couple of minutes”
  • “Your self-image is a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts”
  • “happiness is a journey, not a destination”_DSC1106
  • “The ten-minute period before you sleep and the ten minute period after you wake up are profoundly influential on your subconcious mind”
  • “find out what you truly love to do and then direct all your energy towards doing it”
  • “with one eye fixed on the destination, there is only one left to guide you along the journey”

/Sten

The monk who sold his Ferrari

Some quotes from the book “The monk who sold his Ferrari” by Robin S. Sharma

  • “when the student is ready, the teacher appears”
  • “Your I can is more important than your I.Q”
  • “When you form a habit of searching for the positive in every circumstance, your life will move into it´s highest dimesions. This is one of the greatest of all natural laws”
  • “There are no mistakes in life, only lessons”
  • “First of all, begin to live out of the glory of your imagination, not your memory”
  • “the price of your greatness is responsibility over each of your thoughts” (W. Churchill)
  • Ironically, the less you focus on the end result, the quicker it will come”

TBC

/Sten

The practise

Monday morning. A quite normal monday morning. Nothing planned. Nothing happened. Just a normal, human monday. A full week ahead followed by a weekend. Again. The bell tolls. Eyes open. Stretching. One foot after the other on to the floor. Clear the back. Look out the window. It is raining, again. On and on, it´s raining, it´s raining.
“I must practice today. I must do my practice. First a short walk in the rain, a shower and then, pack my things for the trip”

Yesterdays cycling was hard, biking round the three lakes. One stop for mending a the wellleaking tire. Drinking and eating on the go on the bike was a new experiance.
Todays plan is for the mountains, three days of walking uphill, downhill, staying in the open air, making fire, eating, sleeping. In the night listening to and trying to exclude the violent, harsh sounds of the night. Trying to keep dry in the pouring rain under a tree or a bush. Waking up when it´s still dark and cold. I’ll light a fire to get some warmth and for the cofee. Three days!
“I will make it. I have made it and I will make it again. And again.”

Last year was a year of mistakes. On a boat over the big sea. It sunk. Canoe on a river. I lost all the junk in the water and was left on the brink with no water, food och extraclothes for almost one week. Starving and freezing.

The year before I was visiting cathedrals, chapels, churches, monasteries. Trying to understand the underlaying motivations for building these – especially the cathedrals – building these creations. These buildings. These building devoted to God and belief. Many died. Many will die.

The year before that was visiting old cities, Cities planned by men, built by men, for men.

“This year will be most walking, cycling, swimming, climbing, running. I will be trying hard to find great spots for the different activities, spots that will challange me and put me on tough tests. Every day must be hard and on the limit. In the doing of these crafts I will investigate the mother-natures powers and overcome them. I will overcome them and when I´m back to my little cell I´ll write down all my experiances in a little white book with an eagle on the bookcover. The first line will read as follows:”….

This is where YOU come in.
Help me with the first line. I will take one or more of the lines and build my short story of adventure. 

Thank you for your help!

/Sten

A silent retreat memory

The mountain

It´s wonderful
to sit 
...just a few
in a room
in silence
listening to the_MG_6096
.breathing
.sighs
.swallowing
.pages turning
.footscrap
.rustle of clothes
.coughing
.someone is writing
.scratching of a pen
.someone's itching
.someone clears his throat 
.someone is drinking tea
.putting down the cup
.changing position
on a distance
someone is coming

It is wonderful to dream
...sitting close to the ones 
I love

How to write an obituary

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I have written my first obituary. I’m in that age when people my age that I have worked with, been friends with, known, draws their last breath and leaves us. I have written my personal reflections for the drawer and now I have written a public obituary for the local newspaper. How did I do it? (for my personal memory and anyone else that might be interested in the process). First I made my own reflection. Sentences, words, expressions, views, thoughts about the man. I put them down on paper th see them and seeing what I had written down faced me more ideas and a story began to evolve in my mind. This story, a skeleton, was the first version. Second I asked people that I knew had a close connection with him to do the same. To give me sentences, words, expressions, views, thoughts about the man. With this new material in hand I added to my first writing and expanded the story. I read and re-read over and over. Finally I sent the draft to people I trusted would give me relevant feedback, wich I got fast. The feedback was positive and filled with ideas that I implemented in the text. Now I was finished and sent the text to the newspaper. The article was inserted the next day and was
well received. I’ve  has many positive remarks. So. Now I know I can write an obituary. 🙂 /sten