Ken Robinson points
out that if you ask a classroom of five year olds who can draw, they will all
put their hands up. It is only 10 years later that just one or two will,
because the rest have been taught that they can’t. Rather than something to
suck the juice out of, we turn life into a filter. A competition, both in our
head and in the world, to sort things into good and bad. Sort is French for
Fate. Our shared fate is specialisation that loses the special in favour of the
competent. Enter meditation and breath work. This can be seen as a competition
too. In reality it is like drawing. We all can do it. We just have to come back
to it. Whatever you are doing, whenever, can be meditation if you simply pause
and come back to the question “How am I breathing?”. Doesn’t even have to have
an action attached. It can simply be developing an awareness of how you
breathe. Breath is the source of our energy. It is the source of our calm. Taking
a deep breath stills the madness and brings focus. Draw Breath.
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