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C.R.I.-E.V.H. - n°05 2006 part 1
C.R.I. – E.V.H.n°5 part 1
En quoi la lubie se distingue-t-elle de la volonté ? La lubie est spontanée, c’est un désir dépourvu de liens structurels avec la personnalité et les buts de l’homme, sauf chez lez enfants en bas âge, pour qui les envies capricieuses sont un schéma de comportement normal. De nos jours, tout désir - même le plus fugace ou irrationnel -demande à être réalisé. L’ignorer ou le différer se ressent comme une entorse à la liberté individuelle. On ne ménage plus aucun espace entre une idée qui traverse l’esprit et sa réalisation et on éprouve bien souvent le besoin de traduire en action ce qui a été lointainement perçu comme un désir. Ces impulsions capricieuses proviennent d’une lubie. « Pourquoi pas ? » Cette velléité de réponse, quand on demande à quelqu’un s’il veut faire telle ou telle chose, peut dans bien des cas être attribuée à une lubie et est un critère permettant de la reconnaître. Les gens qui ne répliquent pas « pourquoi ? », mais « pourquoi pas ? » à telle question, n’entreprennent pas une chose parce qu’ils ont de bonnes raisons de la faire, mais parce qu’ils n’ont pas de raison de ne pas la faire. Ils n’agissent pas en manifestant une volonté, mais ils sont mûs par des lubies. La lubie dénote une profonde passivité intérieure, mêlée au désir d’échapper à l’ennui. La volonté repose sur l’activité, le caprice ou la lubie sur la passivité.
D’après Erich Fromm ( L’art d’être)
Étonné, l'homme s'y installa en disant que le comble du bonheur serait atteint si une jeune fille venait masser ses jambes percluses. La jeune fille apparut et le massa très agréablement. L'homme se régala. Il mangea et il but. La tête lui tournait un peu. Ses paupières, sous l'action du vin et de la fatigue, s'abaissaient. Il se laissa aller de tout son long sur le lit, en pensant encore aux merveilleux évènements de cette journée extraordinaire. "Je vais dormir une heure ou deux, se dit-il. Le pire serait qu'un tigre passe par ici pendant que je dors." Un tigre surgit aussitôt et le dévora.
C'est le mécanisme des soucis.
Johann Gottfried Herder
The famous race of the Rabbit and the Tortoise
THE STORY DOESN'T END HERE
THE STORY DOESN'T END HERE
Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both. The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson. When we stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against the situation, we perform far better. To sum up- the story of the hare and tortoise has much to say: Chief among them are that fast and consistent will always beat slow andsteady; work to your competencies; pooling resources and working as a team will always beat individual performers; never give up when faced with failure;
Daniel Zanin
Auteur:Samuel Ullman (traduction inédite)
Martin Luther(1483-1546) Vinay Kapoor The young mother set her foot on the path of life: “Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning." The young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, she taught them how to tie their shoes, to ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried: "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this. But at all times she said to the children: “ a little patience and we are there." And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you." And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. The mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them." The children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even They stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."
And she's crystallised in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion...happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space...not even death!
Catherine Enjolet
Il vivait toujours chez sa mère, sous l’œil attentif de cette dernière. C'était dur et il décida de sortir seul, seulement pour une fois. Il demanda la permission à sa mère qui la lui donna. En marchant dans son quartier il vit beaucoup de boutiques. En passant devant un magasin de musique et en regardant la vitrine, il nota la présence d'une fille très douce et de son âge. Ce fut le coup de foudre. Il ouvrit la porte et entra en ne regardant qu'elle. En s'approchant peu à peu, il arriva au comptoir où elle se trouvait. Elle le regarda et lui demanda en souriant:" Je peux t'aider? Il retourna chez lui, et à partir de ce moment, il alla au magasin chaque jour pour acheter un CD. Sa mère fut mise au courant de cela et tenta de l'encourager à s'aventurer, de sorte que le jour suivant il s'arma de courage et se dirigea vers le magasin. Comme tous les autres jours, il acheta un CD, et comme toujours, elle s'en alla derrière pour l'emballer. Elle prit donc le CD et pendant qu'elle l'emballait, il laissa rapidement son numéro de téléphone sur le comptoir et sortit en courant du magasin. Quelque temps après... le téléphone sonna…La mère du garçon répondit: "Allô?", c'était la jeune fille qui demandait après son fils et la mère inconsolable, commença à pleurer pendant qu'elle disait: "Quoi, tu ne sais pas? Il est mort hier". Il y eut un silence prolongé, excepté les lamentations de la mère. Plus tard, la maman entra dans la chambre de son fils pour se souvenir de lui. Elle décida de commencer par regarder ses vêtements de sorte qu'elle ouvrit son armoire. Elle eut la surprise de se heurter à une montagne de CD emballés. Aucun n'était ouvert. Le fait de voir autant de CD la rendit curieuse et elle ne résista pas; elle prit un CD et s'assit sur le lit pour l'ouvrir; en faisant cela, un petit bout de papier tomba de la boîte de plastique. La maman le rattrapa et le lut, il disait: " Salut!!! T'es super mignon, tu veux sortir avec moi?". TQM....Sofia. Avec beaucoup d'émotion, la mère ouvrit un autre CD, encore d'autres et dans plusieurs se trouvaient des bouts de papier qui disaient la même chose....
Ce message a été écrit pour faire réfléchir les gens; et ainsi, peu à peu, faire changer le monde.
Donne un bisou à quelqu'un que tu aimes et ce sera magique. Avec de l'amour tout est possible.
Paolo Coelho
by S. Nayar Harry the hedgehog lived at the edge of a large wood, in the middle of a country park. The park was used by lots of visitors for days out, or by local people who would come for walks. But Harry had hardly come across any human beings in his life so far. By day he would sleep in his burrow, and then only come out at night to search for food and explore, when few, if any, people were around. Harry loved to explore the wood. He was still quite a young hedgehog, and learning about the world around him, and he enjoyed his nightly wanderings very much. If he ever got scared, he would curl himself up into a ball, with his prickly spines pointing outwards for protection, and then stay still, until whatever scared him had passed on, which was normally what happened, and then he would continue on his way. One evening, when it was dark, Harry was walking through the undergrowth, looking for his favourite food, worms. Harry loved worms. He just couldn't get enough of them! He stopped in one place, and started digging down into the soil with his front feet. He was lucky, as just below the soil, there was a big juicy worm! Pleased at his luck, he started chomping and chewing away, feeling happy that he would soon have a full tummy. As he ate, he wondered if he would meet any of the other animals in the wood that night. He knew he must keep away from some, like Fox, but he would always say hello to others, like Badger and Rabbit, if he ever saw them. After a few minutes, when he had finished eating, Harry decided to move on and see what lay in the bush ahead of him. He twitched his little nose and sniffed, as all good hedgehogs do, and sensing no danger, walked slowly on. As he got closer to the bush, an unusual smell came to him. It was something he'd never come across before. It wasn't an animal, as he knew animal smells; it was something very strange. His curiosity got the better of him and rather than turning away to go in another direction, as he should have, he went further into the bush. The strange smell increased, and then all of a sudden he felt the ground dip and his small feet slipped on something slithery. Now, feeling scared, his instinctive reaction was to curl himself up into a ball. As he did so, his body rolled forward down the small bank of earth, before coming to a sudden stop. Unknowingly, Harry had come across an empty, rolled up, wet plastic carrier bag on the ground, which had now become caught on the top of his spines as he had rolled down the bank. He knew he had to get it off, but he didn't know how. After a few moments he smelled Badger. Walking in the direction the scent was coming from, Harry found himself in a little clearing where Badger was eating. Disappointed, Harry carried on walking, hoping he could find someone else to help him. Harry, was feeling a little desperate now, as the thing on his back was making a rustling noise again in the wind as he walked, and he was feeling scared that Fox might hear him. Now, Harry was feeling very upset and his eyes filled with tears. Why would no one help him? Slowly, he crawled towards the nearest bush, trying to hide himself, and then started to cry. Eventually, feeling exhausted and sad, he fell asleep. The next morning, ten-year-old Jack was walking along a pathway in the woods with his father and pet Labrador, Hudson. All of a sudden, Hudson started barking at something ahead of them, next to the path. "What's bothering Hudson?" said Jack to his dad. His father saw what he meant; the thin plastic of the bag had become hooked into the spines of the hedgehog. "Oh, the poor thing," he said, gently pulling the bag off the spines, until it was completely free. He put the bag in his pocket, so it would not get caught on anything else. "Shush now, Hudson," said Jack. "You'll frighten it." Harry stayed curled up tightly. He was very scared for ages after they had gone. When he was sure the danger had passed, he moved himself ever so slightly. He could no longer smell or feel the thing that had been on his back. Feeling relieved, he uncurled himself and stretched his little legs. Then, sniffing the ground around him, slowly walked back into the wood, in the direction of his burrow, not quite knowing what had happened to him.
Black Elk ( chef spirituel des Sioux) Source: Guillaume Leroutier Toute une région du sud de la Chine venait de subir un terrible tremblement de terre. Un jour, une femme était partie seule et loin du village pour chercher de l'eau. Alors qu'elle remplissait ses jarres à la source, elle aperçut à quelques dizaines de mètres un homme qui semblait âgé assis à l'ombre d'un arbre. Elle n'eut pas peur et s'avança vers lui. Il lui fit signe de s'asseoir non loin de lui. La femme s'assit et commença à lui raconter le tremblement de terre et les jours pénibles qui s'écoulaient depuis au village. - Écoute-moi, dit le Sage : Tant que tu regrettes ce qui s'est passé, tu ne pourras évacuer ta douleur. La peur, la tristesse et le désespoir font partie de l'évolution de l'homme. C'est une évolution que tu dois traverser, mais tant que tu es la proie de ces émotions négatives, tu ne peux pas utiliser ce que tu es. Les sages, ceux qui savent comment aider les gens à se voir eux-mêmes, ne se laissent pas impliquer par ce qui a été. Ils ne sont concernés que par l'instant présent. Ils peuvent voir l'avenir et le passé mais ne se laissent entraîner ni par l'un ni par l'autre. Il te faut te connecter à ton guide intérieur pour apprendre à vivre entièrement dans et pour le présent. C'est ainsi que disparaissent les émotions négatives. - Mais j'ai tellement perdu confiance en moi et en la vie avec cette terrible catastrophe qui a détruit notre vie. - C'est le destin de l'ange que de vaincre le dragon ! Comprends-tu ce que je veux dire? - Tu me dis que tu as perdu confiance en toi, mais il faut beaucoup de confiance en soi pour affirmer à autrui que l'on en manque. Il est vrai que l'on ne peut planter une fleur sur un terrain de pierres. Mais tu n'es ni la fleur ni le terrain de pierres : tu es celle qui doit arroser la fleur et choisir le bon terrain. Si tu le fais, tu vis au centre de toi-même et non plus au milieu de tes émotions négatives qui sont le dehors de toi-même. C'est pour cela qu'en fait celles-ci ne t'appartiennent pas. Mais si tu y tiens c'est toi qui leur appartient. Au fur et à mesure que le Sage parlait, la femme se sentait plus légère et elle commençait à relativiser ce qu'elle avait vécu. Les paroles du Sage imprégnaient son être en ces moments difficiles. Puis, le Sage sortit un miroir de sa poche. Il était à peine plus grand que la paume de sa main. Il le tendit à la femme de façon à ce qu'elle puisse voir son visage. Elle y vit son visage triste aux traits tirés par la fatigue. Puis le Sage se concentra et soudain le miroir se brisa et joncha le sol de ses éclats. Aussitôt, la femme sentit son visage se détendre et sa fatigue disparaître. Elle ferma les yeux quelques instants. Lorsqu'elle les rouvrit, le Sage avait disparu. A peine surprise et sans chercher à comprendre, elle retourna parmi les siens légère et vivante.
Sagesse chinoise
Mais avons-nous déjà pensé que si nous étions réellement à la place de l'autre personne, vraiment « dans ses souliers », nous serions alors aux prises avec ses émotions, ses préjugés, ses réactions, ses inquiétudes, ses ambitions, ses objectifs, ses inhibitions, ses instincts, bref, nous aurions son passé, son présent et son avenir et il est fort probable que nous agirions exactement de la même façon qu'elle.
(Auteur inconnu)
During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. ”TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. “ They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: “TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.” The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, The other friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.
Different people have different perception.
A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented: "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey? " Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented: "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river.
By Kay Challenor
"Whatever is the matter?" Kerri grinned again, only this time for real. Kerri smiled again, "I'm not, to be truthful." "That's what cats do!" exclaimed Juniper as Diane gave him a stern look to be quiet. "At least sometimes," he continued more softly. "She will be back in a day or two, Kerri. Honest." "We've asked people in the village and I've walked all the roads to see if she's been hit by a car, but there'is no sign of her, thank goodness. I don't know though. She could be lying somewhere injured and unable to get home. My mind is full of horrible possibilities, especially on a day like today. I can't help but think of her cold and wet somewhere. She must be pretty hungry by now, too." Juniper propped up his chin on his hands. He just knew that Kerri's cat was all right. Something inside just told him so. He knew deep down that she was alive; they just needed to help Kerri discover where Samba was. Perhaps she had got stuck somewhere, or shut in, they just needed to look harder. Juniper leapt up and ran over to the desk in the middle of the classroom. He picked up a roll of tape and banged it down hard. The other children in the room stopped talking and looked over in surprise. He was met with a chorus of enthusiasm. The children agreed and began to draw posters. They were all different colours, some children even drew pictures of Samba on them as well. Kerri was amazed at how enthusiastic everyone was in helping. She felt so lucky to have so many kind friends. There was still no sign of Samba that evening, but Kerri was feeling much better. It was good to be planning something, rather than to be sitting around and doing nothing. Somehow it made her feel more optimistic. "Well, everyone," said Mr. Thomas the next afternoon. "All ready? The local farmers have all agreed to cooperate with us. Some have even said that they will look over their lands and buildings themselves. So we can cross some places off already." He took a pencil and drew crosses through the places that had already been searched. "That will help us no end. Now split into groups of six and each group can search a lane. You must remember to knock on people's houses and ask if you need to search in their gardens. Remember to explain what you are doing and be polite! We will all meet back here in one hour, has every group got a watch? Good, then let's go!" An hour later the groups began to return. One by one they entered the classroom. Kerri stood by the door expectantly. Her group had searched down by the stream, unsuccessfully. She was hoping that one of the other groups would have had more luck, but each group of children that returned shook their heads sadly. Kerri began to feel sick in her stomach. She had been so certain that her cat would be found. Eventually all of the groups had returned. "No news to report?" asked Mr. Thomas. The farmer shuffled into the room carrying a large cardboard box. He looked down at the children, beaming. "She was very well hidden. I would never have known she was there if I hadn't heard the kittens squeaking. She had made a fine den right at the back of my hay barn. She was very snug." He picked up Samba carefully and passed her to Kerri. "She is well enough and so are the little ones. I think she has lost weight though. Needs feeding up a bit. What do you reckon?"
Le premier jour, le garçon planta 17 clous dans la clôture. Par la suite, comme il apprenait à se dominer, le nombre de clous plantés diminua graduellement. Finalement, un jour vint où le garçon ne perdit pas son calme. Il en fit part à son père, qui l'invita dès lors à retirer un clou de la clôture chaque fois qu'il réussirait à se maîtriser pendant toute une journée. Les jours passèrent... À un moment donné, l'enfant fier de lui, alla trouver son père pour lui dire qu'il avait réussi à arracher tous les clous. Ce dernier prit alors son fils par la main et le conduisit jusqu'à la clôture. Il le félicita pour sa grande volonté, mais il attira aussi son attention sur les trous laissés pas les clous enlevés. Il lui expliqua alors que la clôture ne serait plus jamais la même et que les paroles blessantes, au même titre que les clous, laissent des marques. Peu importe le nombre de fois où tu t'excuseras, la blessure sera toujours là.
MGM Nair / India A farmer came into town and asked the owner of a restaurant if he could use a million frog legs. he restaurant owner was shocked and asked the man where he could get so many frog legs! So the restaurant owner and the farmer made an agreement that the farmer would deliver frogs to the restaurant, five hundred at a time for the next several weeks. The first week, the farmer returned to the restaurant looking rather sheepish, with two scrawny little frogs. The restaurant owner said: "Well... where are all the frogs?"
based on a traditional story. Once upon a time, on a hot afternoon in the forest, a lion was dozing in the shade of a tree. He was not fast asleep, for lions are always on their guard. His lioness had just caught him a good dinner and he was feeling well fed so, for the moment, he meant no harm to anyone. Then, from behind a rock crept a little meerkat. He was just an ordinary meerkat and he wasn't going anywhere in particular. He felt rather hot and was busy searching for some shade. He was so happy to be out of the sun that he never noticed the big, tawny figure that was already stretched out nearby. "It is indeed!" said the lion. And he raised his great paw just enough to allow the meerkat to move away a few inches before he dropped it down on him again. For cats all like to play. "I can give two reasons." the meerkat said, thinking quickly: "One is that I am so small that I cannot possibly make you a good dinner, and the other is that if you free me I shall be very happy to help you in return some day." "I'm not sure." The meerkat admitted. In the days that followed the lion forgot about his meeting with the meerkat. Eagerly the men hauled him up in the net and left him near their camp while they decided what to do next. The lion looked down in surprise and saw it was a meerkat. "There." panted the meerkat, as the rope fell to pieces. "Oh, you don't owe me anything at all." The meerkat told him. "Don't you remember me? I am the meerkat you once released and I am doing you a good turn now, just as I promised. We meerkats may be small, but even so, we do our best to keep our word." So when we feel cross cause someone's trod on our toesLet's be kind to each other. Be friends, never foes. Questions:
This is a true story . A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck.
Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said: "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked: "But when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home & committed suicide. Think about this story the next time when you get anger, because of your kids actions. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognise the difference between the person and the performance. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.
Elles ont peur de perdre des amis, des êtres chers. Si vous essayer d'être vous-mêmes, il y a des êtres qui vous entourent qui partiront (peut-être?) Si vous apprenez à être une personne qui se suffit et qui ne s'accroche pas aux autres, ils resteront encore plus car ils n'auront jamais peur d'être exploités par vous. N'oublions pas aussi que, lorsqu'on enchaîne les autres on s'enchaîne aussi. Pour être nous-mêmes, il faut d'abord laisser l'autre ÊTRE. Fiez-vous à votre intuition, laissez-la vous guider, elle ne vous trompera jamais. (Marcel Gagnon) S'accorder le droit de se tromper est pour moi le premier pas vers ce mieux-être.
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L’homme doit toujours avancer vers la force ; il ne devrait pas se réfugier dans le mensonge, la méchanceté et la malhonnêteté qui sont les caractéristiques fondamentales de la lâcheté. Cette lâcheté est née de l’acceptation d’une image fausse et inférieure de nous-même. Vous pensez que vous êtes l’enveloppe, la couche extérieure, mais vous êtes en réalité le noyau, le cœur. Cette fausse identification est l’erreur fondamentale. Tout effort spirituel doit être dirigé vers la suppression de l’enveloppe et la révélation du noyau central. Aussi longtemps que vous dites « Je suis Untel », vous êtes obligé d’avoir peur, mais une fois que vous dites et éprouvez « Je suis Brahman », vous obtenez une force invincible.
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