Today I will tell a story. Is
Cobaval story.
Cobaval was a kid who was always afraid of everything.
"Cobalde" his friends called him, mocking his lack courage and bravery.
Cobaval always wanted to ride a bike, but while the other children did, he just looked at them, they never even try to learn, lest it might fall and injure ...
While other children were hunting frogs, he stayed at home reading a book, lest it be that some of those green bug jumped on ...
While other children ran outside, he stayed indoors, not outside the sun or wind to irritate your sensitive skin ...
From childhood his parents "overprotective" so that little or nothing learned to do if the watchful "sobrevisión" of them.
not touch this, do not touch that, do not do this, do not do that ... is dangerous and you're not made for it ... You make us case, we know what is best for you ...
Gradually, that curiosity that all children have died down, as a sail off that he was not providing enough oxygen to keep burning ...
Slowly and despite his young age, ceased to be children, to become a be gray, without joy or sparkle in the eyes ...
Cobaval was not happy ... and lamented his fate ...
... Maybe I could feel a hint of color, from time to time ... the smell through the window of her bedroom aroma of flowers, or the cornfield wet from the rain, or that wonderful, unmistakable smell of wet grass with dew ...
... Perhaps, hearing the chirping of a bird, or the singing of a cricket ...
... Maybe to look out and see the moon or the clouds ...
One day a chick was to stop the nest on the ledge of his window. The breeding was very small, and not yet able to fly itself.
Despite the fear he felt at that bird, which, of course, scared him for fear of being stung or anything else you do, when it was so small and helpless, could not help but pick it up in his hands ...
... And what was his surprise, that not only stung, but with her tiny eyes stared at him tenderly, without fear and at the same time with gratitude ...
Cobaval could not understand how someone so tiny, I felt no fear someone, comparatively as big as he was and that encouraged him to take the next step ... take care and feed without their parents' knowledge ...
For the first Once, Coba stopped thinking about him and fear him, and only worried about how to achieve the greatest good for the small farming ...
Initially, we feared for what might happen if their parents found out ...
For Cobaval first was happy ... and thought he had done something good ...
was determined to care for the animal and that he was your friend forever ...
Days and weeks went by and based on bread crumbs with the milk bird wings grew and became more and stronger ...
Gradually, he began to make small flights, Cobaval, proudly watched carefully ... They, were not always accurate or precise and more than one occasion struck against a piece of furniture ... but the kid was persistent and I tried again and again.
Occasionally, when listening to one of their "brothers", was leaning out the window. I saw them flitting playful ... but did not dare to go beyond ...
Coba, when I saw him look out and not daring to take the plunge, he saw himself reflected ... as always, looking out the window and without ever daring to go
beyond ... ... No one dared to take the next step, until one day Sunny, another bird landed on the windowsill ... chirped a few times ... flew into the room, then flew he had come ...
Pipi At that time, it was like Coba had called her baby , plucked courage, looked out the window, looked at Cobaval, closed his eyes, take a deep breath ... and jumped out the window ...
wings began to move as fast as he could, more than ever had done ... And he opened his eyes, he realized that he was flying ... which like the other birds he had seen out the window, the could also fly and play with others ...
Proud, returned to the ledge, enter the room and fluttered about Cobaval, inviting him to fly as well. She looked at him gratefully, and went out the window again ...
Coba was amazed by the courage he had seen in that animal ...
With tears in his eyes, he realized that the bird would never again be a prisoner of that room ... Never again to fear any ledge and jump to fly ...
saw how within that body lived a brave little heart can not fear a be much older than him, trusting that "massive" human and the food he provided, of growing up without a family, learning to fly and no one will teach and daring to take that last step that would lead to freedom ... and to happiness ...
He realized that body size had nothing to do with the value ...
and realized that the only way to be happy, it was daring to make the jump as bird made his
Pipi ... He realized that he had always acted as a fact, no risk, nothing ventured, but not like other children enjoy ... and never understand that what the others talked and sometimes seen or read.
He realized that also lived inside the heart of a true brave, and under a person, apparently Coward, could be a brave warrior capable of saving the princess at the right time ... or just a bird capable of step further and take flight in search of happiness ...
That morning, without saying anything, fell from their room, said good morning to his parents ... went to the garage ... took an old bicycle, mounted her and began to pedal ... I was not sure he did ... but let your instinct ...
Time and again, fell and rose again, as he saw make your bird when he began to take their first flutter, gave encouragement to remember to keep pedaling, and keep cycling, giving walks increasingly longer and longer ... until finally her parents looked proud, astonished that he watched in disbelief to see or understand what had happened ... ... Coba
had stopped being afraid ... Coba had decided to fly had chosen to take that step that would lead to freedom and to your happiness ...
Interestingly, parents with tears in his eyes, realized that her child would never again be a prisoner of this room ... Never again to fear any ledge and jump to fly ... and Colorín Colorado
this story is over. Be Happy
Bruno. Www.psicoaching.es
Monday December 6, 2010
time ago I heard someone say
"If you do what you've always done,
not get further than you've ever come"
... This phrase struck a chord within me.
People tend to repeat patterns, repeat and repeat it gives us a habit and this habit gives us a "know-how that gives us confidence when done.
And with this "know-how, not that we are doing things the best possible or the best way we can ... but from the way we have learned, to which we are accustomed and which we feel safe ...
Of course, the only thing that can truly be sure, is where we will take to do things that ... To be safe, surely, where always ...
Repeating these patterns would be negative in itself, if we learned anything this repetition that the next time we do repeat the pattern, but with a slightly different shade to the previous time.
By slight, something would have changed, so that would make us stray, even a few millimeters, the place I always end up as we have always done things.
And it's doing something different, knowingly putting our intention to do otherwise, even if it involves us out of our comfort zone ...
These do not get carried away ... It's
do, making things not happen by chance ... It's
take action and take an active attitude and positive ... It's
us aware that we have choice and can choose. Choose
do things as usual, and let's go with the flow ... or give us the opportunity to start using these paddles have always had with us, to head knowingly and intentionally different from other banks to shore always we have when we let ourselves go with the flow or paddled only way that we have used so far to paddle.
is full use of the rudder that each vessel carries ... and unlock it so you can move freely to where we want, and not the address prefixed by the rudder that one day
blocked ... is giving us the opportunity to explore new territory ...
is to continue walking ... It's
keep moving ...
Note that all of this, we will be responsible for the change caused ... of our change ...
... If you put a camera on a tripod and take the picture, the same out of focus or had not framed photograph what you wanted, what would it change the settings of your camera and tripod to move even with the intention that the next picture was closer to that takes you wanted to get ...
and would change the options and status of your camera, to achieve the desired image, or simply seeing the new footage would go for, once displayed, choose the one you like most settings ...
Now is the time for photographer ... you are the photographer of your life ... and go up to you to change the options until you get to see that picture of you that is the image you always wanted to get ... Be Happy
Bruno. Www.psicoaching.es
Monday November 1, 2010
have you ever found out of place?
Have you ever thought where you are not where you should? Ever
state where you did not want? Ever
have not been where you wanted?
Be ...
When I speak of being, talking in a broader sense than that associated with the physical condition of your body ... I speak of body, mind and soul ... and how sometimes they do not agree ...
... sometimes because I do not know any of the parties,
... Sometimes because each longs to be in a different place,
... Sometimes a party because he knows and others do not dare,
... Sometimes ....
... I could go on making combinations with the reasons ... and never end ... but the result is the same ... can not find your place.
You know, it is curious that of "being in your place" ...
But you know something else? ... If you stop to think otherwise or not you think about it ... if you feel it or not, if you sense or not, if you dare to see it or not ... you realize that you can not not be in your place ... you can not be out of place ...
... To be out of place, you should be out of it, and fortunately or unfortunately, that's not possible ... because your place is where you are ... and ... you feel that way depends
What is the way, but the ground you are standing, and on which you walk, regardless of whether it is marked or paved, with the rank of county road, highway or county road? ... Even an area in the middle of a forest that could be classified as no way is your way if you're walking on it ...
Therefore, as I said, you can not not be you because your place is where you are, and you depend on or may not be ...
... You will discover where they want to be back where you just want be the way, where you want to repeat, and where is the place where you feel more comfortable ...
... But my friend @ @, for that we must be, see, feel, enjoy, "suffering", smell, hear ... that place where are you right now, and decide whether to stay in this place or discover new territories, perhaps no better or worse ... but different ...
So do not forget, or forget if you want ... but keep one thing clear ... it is impossible that you are not in your place, because your place is where you are, and you depend on or may not be ...
Be happy.
Bruno. Www.psicoaching.es
Saturday October 2, 2010
Hello again dear friend @
Some time ago I do not write ...
could tell you were the holidays ... but not ...
could tell you that I have not had time ... but not ...
You know, the reason I have not written before is because I believe that I have nothing interesting to tell ...
Nothing new to write ...
Nothing new to discover you ...
it because, as always, I learned that is within you everything you need ...
be why I have complete confidence that your wisdom houses a crucial, if you listen carefully and let whisper in your ear, will help you find ...
be why I have the full assurance that dwells within you and that light can enlighten you when you're in the dark and you will see ...
Who am I to say that You are your greatest treasure? ... But you can sometimes forget about it and discover you forget ...
... Sometimes we spend so much time searching the deserted islands, using ancient scrolls, maps and we were never led to any site ... that we forget where you are the most precious and rich treasure imaginable ...
And we forget to enter it or even need to map, because they always carry with us ... in our
heart ... Maybe if we let ourselves be guided by him, we could achieve,
If we stop to listen, could hear,
If we open the eyes, we would see the light ...
And then, I wonder,
What am I writing something that you already know?
The truth is I have no answer ... but at least I hope my words will serve to reflect and realize, if you have not done yet, that you live all the resources you need to become who
want to be ... ... And now, I think, for a second, I will open your eyes, open my ears and open my heart ... and you may find in me the answers those questions that I often do, and often you do ...
Be happy.
Bruno. Www.psicoaching.es
Tuesday September 7, 2010
Today I just want us to play ... Today we
to play,
And when I play, as one magician friend, I mean juicing those small or big things that life offers ...
And when I play, I mean you get everything that we want to make of where we want or would like to ...
And when I say playing I mean imagine ...
And when I say playing I mean
give us permission ... And when I say playing I mean to be open ...
Play to imagine, to think as we play ... Let's play
think we played with a topic,
With the topic of junk ...
Yes, I want that for a moment imagine that you are a junk
that for a moment I go to the river where you can swim like a summer day.
That river surrounded by mountains or trees or grass, ... anyway ... You are free to choose ... ... From choosing
that river that you like ...
And now I want that for a moment you feel rush. I want
for a moment you see junk.
I want you to imagine the river on whose banks you are.
And I want you to hear the murmur of the water ...
And I want you feel like playing ...
Now, you're a rush, I want you to notice the gentle breeze caressing
MECES
flexible as you feel the rhythm of the gentle air that is
caressing ... Feel how are you dancing with the air in time with the notes of an invisible music, the rhythm of the air, capricious, you rock from side to side and makes you curious to take positions and make movements impossible until today,
unimaginable speeds ... But as junk which are, you adapt, with the flexibility that characterizes you ...
And not just adapt your rhythm to the beat of that wonderful air Rocks you and caress you, but while playing with the wind, you're enjoying the possibilities offered in the air rock you, of seeing the world from new perspectives, from new angles you've never even been imagined, if not because you gave permission to play at being a rush and let you rock and bask in the wind ... And lets
dancing to that score imaginary breeze whispers in his ear, while moving, flexible, keeping time with the music ... yeah ... that right now you listening ...
... and flexible, you're still dancing ...
... and flexible, you keep giving permission ...
... and flexible, you keep your flexible adaptability adaptándote
... Seeing the world, your world from new perspectives ...
... prospects are you by being able to appreciate the beauty around you, beauty so far, perhaps you were not able to appreciate ...
flexible tours up and watch the clouds ...
... to one side, and you see the green banks, and you see other rushes round and playing with the wind ... and enjoy enjoying while you keep moving and look down ...
... and see the water running under you, stroking you too ...
And while notes that fresh water from the shore, you realize how hard you are gripping the ground, so much the water try to crawl, however strong current flow or stronger than the wind blows, you'll always clear where your roots are strong ... and you're set on the floor, your land, knowing clearly who you are, where you come from, what they want to achieve and when do ... having the certainty that you could play with the wind, and water, and bend, and dance, and turn flexible, in order to extract the juice to your world, and flexible, able to see things from every perspective that gives you life ... Because
be flexible and have strong roots in the soil well grasped are fully compatible ...
Because thanks to these strong roots, together with your flexibility, you may be able to let yourself be rocked by the strongest of hurricanes ... knowing that you will always be in your place and you will be able, flexible, observe the world from perspectives not possible with other, and that will open new avenues towards new games ...
... Games you can play when you decide because like a rush that you are either holding on to your roots, you can always learn new games continue to make you enjoy life ... go on making the juice, ... keep playing that are flexible like a reed ...
flexible as you are, but perhaps even today, you had not noticed ... ...
flexible, strong, funny, dancing, playful ...
And do not forget that, like the rush, you can be flexible and have strong roots ...
Do not forget, that rush ... you ...
Be happy.
Bruno. Www.psicoaching.es
