Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Judgment

Excerpts from the book, "The Inner Game of Tennis", by W. Timonthy Gallwey


"... greatest efforts in sports ... come when the mind is as still as a glass lake.

... quieting the mind is a gradual process involving ... several inner skills.

The first skill to learn is the art of letting go the human inclination to judge ourselves and our performance as either good or bad.

To understand more clearly ... imagine a singles match [between] ... 'A' and 'B', with 'C' as the umpire. 'A' ... [serves his second serve out,] .... and 'C' calls, ``Out. Double fault.'' Seeing his serve land out and hearing, ``Double fault'', 'A' frowns, says something demeaning about himself, and calls the serve ``terrible''. Seeing the same stroke, 'B' judges it as ``good'' and smiles. The umpire neither frowns or smiles; he simply calls the ball as he sees it. ... [the ``goodness'' and the ``badness''] ascribed to the event [are not] attributes of the shot itself. Rather, they are evaluations added to the event in the minds of the players ...

... it is the initial act of judgment which provokes a thinking process.

... letting go of judgment does not mean ignoring errors. It simply means seeing events as they are and not adding anything to them.

... When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice that it is small, but we do not criticize it as ``rootless and stemless''.

The first step is to see your strokes as they are. ... This can be done only when personal judgment is absent."


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