Learning to pause is the first step in the practice of Radical Acceptance. A pause is a suspension of activity, a time of temporary disengagement when we are no longer moving toward any goal... The pause can occur in the midst of almost any activity and can last for an instant, for hours or for seasons of our life... We may pause in the midst of meditation to let go of thoughts and reawaken our attention to the breath. We may pause by stepping out of daily life to go on a retreat or to spend time in nature or to take a sabbatical... You might try it now: Stop reading and sit there, doing "no thing, " and simply notice what you are experiencing.
Learning to pause is the first step in the practice of Radical Acceptance. A pause is a suspension of activity, a time of temporary disengagement when we are no longer moving toward any goal ... The pause can occur in the midst of almost any activity and can last for an instant, for hours or for seasons of our life ... You might try it now: Stop reading and sit there, doing 'no thing,' and simply notice what you are experiencing.
Where are you going?" "Nowhere special. I just have some... things to do." "Why did you pause?' "I'm sorry?" "You paused. You have 'some... things to do.' "No reason, I just--" "You're up to something." "No--" "Then why'd you pause?" "Get in the car." She got in. He got in. "Seat belt," he said. Why'd you pause?" His head drooped. "Because I'm up to somthing." "And why can't I come with you?" "Because it's something sneaky." "Do you promise to tell me later?" "I do." "Well all right then." She clicked her seat belt into place. "Let's go.
The principle of art is to pause, not bypass. The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke. This requires a moment of pause-a contract with yourself through the object you look at or the page you read. In that moment of pause, I think life expands. And really the purpose of art-for me, of fiction-is to alert, to indicate to stop, to say: Make certain that when you rush through you will not miss the moment which you might have had, or might still have. That is the moment of finding something which you have not known about yourself, or your environment, about others and about life.
This is sams phone" there was a long, heavy pause, and then: "oh." Another pause. "Youre the girl, arent you? The girl who was in my house?" I tried to think of what i might gain by denying it and drew a blank "yes" do you have a name?" do you?" he gave a short laugh that was completely without humor but not unpleasent. "I think i might like you. Im Beck.
This is sams phone" there was a long,heavy pause, and then: "oh." Another pause. "Youre the girl, arent you? The girl who was in my house?" I tried to think of what i might gain by denying it and drew a blank "yes" do you have a name?" do you?" he gave a short laugh that was completely without humor but not unpleasent. "I think i might like you. Im Beck.
Life goes headlong. We chase some flying scheme, or we are hunted by some fear or command behind us. But if suddenly we encounter a friend, we pause; our heat and hurry look foolish enough; now pause, now possession, is required, and the power to swell the moment from the resources of the heart. The moment is all, in all noble relations.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I think one of the finest gifts I can give my friends in the holiday season is to pause with a long enough quality to actually SEE them. My calm, unhurried presence communicates this gift of a message, "I see you. I recognize you. I remember our times of together and am contributing right now to another quality memory. I value you and honor and take the time, right this moment to pause long enough to truly notice you."
Mary Anne Radmacher
Grace to me is a little bit of extra help when you're feeling stuck or doomed or, probably, hopefully, out of good ideas on how to save yourself, and how to salvage the situation or the friendship or the whatever it is, ' Anne Lamott once told me. 'I wish it was accompanied by harp music so you could know that's what was happening, but for me it's that extra pause or that extra breath or that extra minute's patience against all odds.' On that first trip to Ireland, grace-the kick-in-the-pants, clarifying, cosmic-pause-button kind of grace-didn't just have a harp. It had an entire soundtrack...
I lost myself immediately in one of the books, only emerging when the phone rang. 'Dashiell?' my father intoned. As if someone else with my voice might be answering the phone at my mother's apartment. 'Yes, Father?' 'Leeza and I would like to wish you a merry Christmas.' 'Thank you, Father. And to you, as well.' [awkward pause] [even more awkward pause] 'I hope your mother isn't giving you any trouble.' Oh, Father, I love it when you play this game. 'She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I'll be able to help my sisters get ready for the ball.' 'It's Christmas, Dashiell. Can't you give that attitude a rest?' 'Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents.' 'What presents?' 'I'm sorry-those were all from Mom, weren't they?' 'Dashiell ... ' 'I gotta go. The gingerbread men are on