meditation

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Sitting there — 2019/10/13

A colleague asked me this week how things were going for me. I took the time to smile, to look at him. "When I go to bed, I try to see myself there, in front of me, sitting on a cushion. And when I wake up, I try to see if I’m still sitting in that place."

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Breathing through the nose — 2018/12/02

Who hasn't been told at least once in their life to breathe through their nose? This call for calm hides a simple wisdom. I recently downloaded a meditation application (Calm), intrigued by the good reviews it receives.

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Our fire — 2018/11/11

I was particularly sick for a month. First of all a partial angina of the throat which made me lose two kilos so much that I couldn't swallow anything. Then, two weeks later, mysterious spikes of fever.

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The dream algorithm — 2017/12/17

How sad it is to have to leave a dream, especially one that comes to haunt the universe of our unconsciousness from time to time. I am one of those who glide, who fly away.

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Glimmers — 2016/07/09

My walks to work are not all equal. There are these days without thoughts, there are also these clouds in my sleep and my hopes. Then there are these morning lights, made for the pleasure of the eye, which drinks in evanescent details.

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Brittle — 2015/03/07

Fugitive, fragile, brittle, surprising words all beginning and ending with the same letter (in French: fugitive, fragile, friable). Brittle (friable) is the one I remember.

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Radioactive epidemics — 2013/01/18

If a few atoms can destroy an entire city, imagine the power of the drugs that flow through our veins. I am easily surprised, my thinking is radioactive and unstable. The perimeter of a lamp reminds me of the bitter lips of a volcano, the contact of a body announces an epidemic of sensations.

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In my bubbles — 2012/12/28

Last night, the body still in the water, creating nebulae with soap bubbles. I didn't see the storm pass by that I couldn't get through the walls. The house this morning is silent like a church in which no one prays anymore.

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The counterpoint — 2012/06/08

My window overlooks the main street. It's temporary because my real bedroom is under construction. I wake up with the resumption of urban activities, the increase in traffic, the multiple uproars that are not in any way protesting.

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