Category Archives: Articles on Health

Possibilities

If mental stories arise. focus on the delightful experience by using your verbal mind to silently name the physical and emotional feelings . This technique pulls attention away from narratives and allows you to let go of our mind. This is one way to deal with the Monkey mind.

My delightful experience is doing the crossword puzzles daily. It’s supposed to be an intellectual pursuit. It activates the memory. But for me it is a pleasant way of letting go of unnecessary chatter of fears and anxieties. It’s a shamanic way of repatterning my thoughts.

I’m not alone in using crossword puzzles as a meditative pastime. This is confirmed by one of my books The Zen of Crossword Puzzles. I’ve read about David Cook of American Idol doing crossword puzzles before he won and continues to do so.

For over a month now Emil has been bringing me daily except on Sundays the 3 major broadsheets plus my favorite Los Angeles Times crossword found in a not-so-popular newspaper with a small circulation. Of course, I’m delighted.

I manage to completely answer the 4 puzzles daily except for fully difficult ones usually on Fridays or Saturdays. For quite some time now I surprisingly get difficult answers after I nap. It’s true. A relaxed mind is an inspired mind. Answers simply come from nowhere. Funny I may be staring at the puzzle grid and I can read the answers from inside usually from the back of my head! Continue reading

The Stomach

Stomach problems are related to digestion and acceptance. A relevant question is “What are you having difficulty digesting and accepting?” While still with Assumption College in the 90s I would often turn to a bachelor colleague  who had a calming effect on me. He didn’t preach but showed me how to take things in stride, how to go through life lightly. I had just returned to work then from ailments ranging from very high blood pressure to eventual severe depression.

Only when we parted ways did I realize he did have serious stomach and pancreatic problems. He would often jokingly tell people including his students that he was dying. Although he was definitely more senior than I was I didn’t think he was dying. I would laugh off his plaints. Who would think he had problems when he would be cheerful by template? Behind his funny-man façade he must have been in pain.

Was he suffering from loneliness? Did he just “swallow” the many problems ranging from the petty differences in the office to the heartaches of  his students who confided in him? What kind of family life did he have in a home he shared with his sister where he was fondly called “senorito by the help?” Continue reading

Rewiring

Today was such an average day. Everything settled to its proper place without my lifting a finger. I wasn’t in pain; I had no reason to complain. There was plenty to eat. I had no problem answering my crossword puzzles. Julie Anne had happy text messages early in the morning. Emil was his usual easy-to-get-along husband. Even my two plants were sprouting new leaves. I managed to catch a glimpse of sensational news items but I automatically relegated them to the “For Compassion” bin of my brains.

By noontime I had a good massage. My body apparently was in tip top condition.  So what was missing in my life to make me feel lousy? Goodness! For exactly two weeks I had been following doctor’s orders, that of my former student. No soft drinks. I know it’s not good for me. Sugar! Bad for my bones especially. But the taste is such a pleasure. It’s tasty but so bad for my teeth as well. Withdrawal symptoms once again. 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