Listening prayer 5-1-20

Listening prayer 5-1-20

Minimalism and concentration of focus
On genuine meaning and satisfaction.
Vs
Giant, strangling ambition and goals … overwhelmed by achieving my own plans.

Application example: writing plans.
History: process clearly defined, for low investment and high returns. Easy.
Action: nothing. Resistance and avoidance.

———– COVEY SEVEN HABITS:
Independence: productivity of self.

1 – Be proactive: do not go gently or give up:
Against resistance and surrender.
Against the smothering agendas of others.
Against believing that we are powerless.
Against the gravity pull of hopeless/helpless

2 – Begin with the end in mind.
Minimalism; focus.
Declutter all hopes, goals, plans, recipes.
Elegant, effective solutions:
just exactly what is needed
Pull goals provide motivation;
Vision provides energy, interest, emotion.
Plan for productivity and fruitfulness (PC);
decrease waste of resources.


3 – First things first.
Eradicate resistance:
Ignore/reverse/transform

Execution, method: 4DX? GTD? Autofocus?
Getting things done … the right things.

Walk a clear productivity path/process.

Flow: fun and feedback. Requirements:
1. Clarity of goals and immediate feedback.
2. A high level of concentration on a limited field.
3. Balance between skills and challenge.


———–
Interdependence: productivity thru people

4 – Think win-win.
Church + Health + Audience + Wife + Self


5 – Seek first to understand,
then to be understood.
– What do I not understand?

6 – Synergize!
Build systems:
Organic Learning Processes

———–
Systematic Maintenance: Flywheel

7 – Sharpen the Saw; Growth.

———-
Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

From The Poems of Dylan Thomas

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