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Intuition

   I achieved goals but I was often too exhausted to enjoy what I had done. I looked for what was next, never what was right in front of me. It was no fun. That was Maria Nemeth. The above statement echoed what Emil used to remind me when I was in depression. “You solve one problem and immediately look for another.”

I should have learned: observe mental states without identification with them, without going  into the urgently felt need to express them, but also just as important without repressing them and instead merely getting to know them as they are. In other words, just observe my thoughts.

But what a waste of time. The urge was to fix things right away.

Apparently nothing is happening in my life since I don’t have a paying job anymore. This was how I was made to understand life; I still subscribed to the dictum of: “by the sweat of thy brow”.

It is as if I haven’t learned the updated version of the Eden story. It is back in my childhood years when I was struggling with my dysfunctional family. Memories that need healing. Continue reading

A Worried Mother

In 2005, for a month I lived in Sydney in solitude. I was with our daughter who was undergoing one of the most difficult periods of her life. I was alone in her cozy flat when she would work on weekdays; weekends would send her to explorations in Sydney. It turned out to be meaningful for both of us.

I would wake up to the boisterous morning greetings of the cockatoos, really noisy even sarcastic sounding parrots. But they lifted my spirit. Often smaller birds would perch on the three tall palms in front of the balcony. They tried to keep me company.

April mornings in Sydney were crispy cold but by the end of May it was biting especially to my knees. Nevertheless the tall firs and spruces exuded a kind of warmth that made me feel a special companionship. There was a chubby tom cat from across the street who never failed to cross to my side each morning. Of course, he didn’t know I was watching him. Continue reading

Delightful Experiences

The mental work that has helped me to health consists partly of my daily crossword puzzles. I have stayed away from the hospital since 1996 but I started solving puzzles on a daily basis only in 2004 before Emil and I went to Sydney for the first time. My puzzles have moved me out of numerous obsessive – compulsive situations. Some compulsions lasted for months then tapered to weeks and then to days. Very often now I can snap out of compulsive attacks after rounds of mental exercises which gently coax me into mindfulness.

The crossword puzzles have also taught me an important lesson: to consider other points of view even when I was almost sure of my opinion. The clues to the answers very often can be interpreted in more ways than one. For example what I have in mind may be an answer under the category of music but the correct answer may be from an entirely different  classification. I was dismayed when the clue was “newsworthy exile of 1986” and  the answer was  “Marcos”.  I didn’t expect the Philippines would be featured in the Los Angeles Times puzzle. Eventually Lea Salonga was also featured. The answers are always final; I can only accept the answers. Continue reading

Keeping the Mind Busy

Have you at least heard of the admonition “that an empty mind is a devil’s workshop?” That would send Buddhist meditators on a rampage or do they ever go on such emotional extremes?

I grew up with that stern warning: anybody who hasn’t heard of that warning must be too young to read my essays except as a compilation of weird messages from a crone.

I grew up with the constant holy reminder to keep my mind busy or else the devil will whisper to me the way it did to Eve in Eden. Come to think of it the devil’s messages could have very well been the Monkey Mind of the late 1900s. The term just wasn’t introduced then.

My irreverent mind is tickled by the misunderstandings the youth would read into this essay. Continue reading

Making an Adult Choice

On a rainy afternoon, from the thirty seventh floor the surface of the sea behind the Film theater on Roxas Boulevard reminds me of the designs on the froth of the coffee prepared at Prince Café. The designs on both the sea and the coffee stay firm for quite some time, not a quiver. Then as if directed by an unforeseen conductor the surface moves.

I would like to believe my mind has been like the surfaces of the sea and the coffee lately. Often especially just before I drift off to sleep at night my mind takes on a placid state like a skating rink. Continue reading