προσοχή prosoché - the art of attention

Train your attention.
Come home to your own mind.

Quietly crafted iOS tools for paying attention - grounded in Stoic and Buddhist practice, and built by someone who uses them every single day.

The tools

Four small apps. One practice.

Each one takes a single everyday moment - eating, walking, resting, reflecting - and turns it into a few minutes of trained attention. No streaks to defend, no noise. Just the practice.

ProsoPlate
iPhone

Mindful eating, one plate at a time - slow down, notice, and taste the meal in front of you.

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ProsoStride
iPhoneApple Watch

Walking and running the Niko-Niko way - a gentle, conversational pace set by cadence, not heart rate.

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ProsoEase
iPhone

Breathing and walking meditation in your own voice - short, gentle resets for a nervous system under load.

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ProsoEcho
iPhoneiPadMac

Learn the words that matter by heart - collect quotes and passages, rehearse them aloud, and let text-to-speech read them back. The ancient art of memorising, not filing away.

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The idea

What is prosoche?

Prosoche (προσοχή) is the ancient Greek word for attention - the continuous, watchful presence of mind the Stoics placed at the centre of the practice. Pierre Hadot called it the fundamental Stoic spiritual attitude.

It's the same muscle the Buddhist traditions train as mindfulness. Two lineages, one human capacity: the ability to notice where your mind is, and to bring it home.

Read the longer story
"You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength."
Marcus Aurelius · Meditations
Writing

Two kinds of writing, kept apart on purpose.

The Journal stays close to the practice. The personal corner - everything that's just me - lives in its own room, in my own name. Both now live here, on one domain.

Bart
Who builds this

"I build these because I use them. Every day, before anyone else does."

I'm Bart - 52, in London, with a day job and three teenagers. Prosoche is what I make in the five to ten hours a week I can find: the contemplative tools I wished existed, made honest by the fact that I depend on them. No growth team, no dark patterns. One person trying to practise well, in public.