The perfect schedule for mornings… finally!

Feeling a little sheepish, I am returning to starting work later. The shifts are about discovering an optimum way of living, the way I want to live, fitting time for all the things I love during the day. With the very early work starts, yes I got the office hours out of the way but then I was drifting through the afternoons, not inspired to do anything much. And way too much time making silly faces on So, today, still waking early – at 0600. Five-anything just seems like a step to far, at least at this time of the year. Six allows for a shower, an hour or more of stretching, time to write a little blog, then to morning meeting or work for 0800. This leaves only two hours in the office in the afternoons. Sorted. So, that’s probably enough writing about bedtimes, morning times and this kind of obsessive thing. But it’s an inquiry, an investigation into what works for me.

What do we mean by idea? Surely idea is the process of thought. Idea is a process of mentation, of thinking; and thinking is always a reaction either of the conscious or of the unconscious. Thinking is a process of verbalisation which is the result of memory; thinking is a process of time. So, when action is based on the process of thinking, such action must inevitably be conditioned, isolated. Idea must oppose idea, idea must be dominated by idea. There is a gap then between action and idea.

– Krishnamurti

Another early start

Further experimentation meant arising at 0540 for 3 round of sun salutations, (left/right x3) before work at 6. I don’t know if it’s crazy to start at that time – probably – especially as I woke at 0130 and listened to a) podcast b) Yoga Nidra by Maureen Lewison c) a whole bunch of music. We’ll see how it goes. But I like it there in the early morning, no one else around, hardly anyone awake at Brockwood, doing the verification work for the first three hours in the office. I take a break each hour, else it’s 7 hours straight at the computer and that’s no good. At 8 it’s the morning meeting at the school which I can now go to again. Where is everyone for that? The hall is only one third full. Sitting quietly for 10 minutes is just too much for many people. So now I am ready for a deeeeep sleep. Alarm for 0530 tomorrow…

Why do ideas take root in our minds? Why do not facts become all-important – not ideas? Why do theories, ideas, become so significant rather than the fact? Is it that we cannot understand the fact, or have not the capacity, or are afraid of facing the fact?


Early Starts

A new experiment: getting up at 0545 to start work at six. That means I’m finished by lunchtime. (Yes, Sunday is the start of my working week, laughing at blasphemy) After a long post-lunch kip, I didn’t even know what day it was, and thought I had to work again. The rest of the day spent lounging around on the bed, which is in the living room right now, further causing disorientation. So, just a short sleep in the day. I liked the first hours at work, just me as the sun rose. By the time the work day had properly started, I was already three hours in. Standing in the bathroom at 0550 it was soooo tempting to go back to bed. The warm bed…

Started Om Yoga proper today – the start of my week. Today: Sun Salutations, the best known of all the vinyasa flows. Sun salutations in the afternoon? Yes, it was a disorientating day all right.

To escape from that fear- that fear of emptiness, that fear of loneliness, that fear of stagnation, of not arriving, not succeeding, not achieving, not being something, not becoming something – is surely one of the reasons, is it not, why we accept beliefs so eagerly and greedily? And, through acceptance of belief, do we understand ourselves? On the contrary. A belief, religious or political, obviously hinders the understanding of ourselves. It acts as a screen through which we look at ourselves. And can we look at ourselves without beliefs? If we remove these beliefs, the many beliefs that one has, is there anything left to look at? If we have no beliefs with which the mind has identified itself, then the mind, without identification, is capable of looking at itself as it is – and then, surely there is the beginning of the understanding of oneself.

– Krishnamurti