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Travel, Way to Learn

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Montessorri has self-correcting exercises with personal learnings without the the stigma of fear, shame, etc. In school so many years ago, perfection was the standard. Perfect quizzes, perfect behavior etc. At home it was a milder form of perfection softened by the love of our mom. In my childhood everyday was an adventure sometimes magical with my best friend, a neighbor. When not in my neighbor’s house or gardens I would be with my siblings playing group games that required number of members to be played. Definitely we were learning how to live harmoniously.

In Singapore in the 90s I was introduced to the Asian type of toilet without toilet bowls. I remember just staring at the porcelain hole on the ground. For one moment I entertained the idea that I had entered the men’s room by mistake. But I saw another woman as I entered.

It was so laborious, squatting and taking utmost care not to wet my capri pants. Nobody warned me about this.

In Sydney at McDonald”s near the Circular Quay, I witnessed how an attendant told a customer: “This is a store, not a hotel. We don’t have a men’s room.” I don’t remember the term he used for toilet or comfort room. But I was surprised at the classification of McDonald’s as a store.

Christmas and New Year in Sydney both fall in summer months. But I remember wearing a cardigan as we packed ourselves near the Opera House on New Year’s Eve waiting for the fireworks to greet the New Year. BYOB. I learned that this is the acronym for bring your own bottle.

At  the Victoria Building in Sydney is the famous rest room. A white woman frantically turned the top of the knobless faucet only to be surprised when the water gushed forth. I was proud of myself; our daughter oriented me to such an ingenious facility, a self automated faucet.

In Hongkong I was embarrassed when I laugh at the sign in Tropical Hut “Take Away”. It i the British fothe American “Take out”.

In Indonesia, when my husband was a lecturer, I committed a faux pax. I raised my fist to cheer for women empowerment. Luckily our host, the mayor, chose not to pay attention.

When I travel, I thank God for the resources that allowed me to travel but I assume a humble attitude because you can never know what or who you will encounter. I believe everybody does his/her best according to his/her level of consciousness.

“Everyone has a lens through which (he views) the world. Religions, philosophies, therapies, authors, speakers, gurus, and candlestick makers all perceive the world through a particular mind-set.” Joe Vitale

Christmas Peace

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According to Gaylon Ferguson: “The root of materialism is the sense that we are, in some fundamental way, inadequate. We feel, secretly, that there is something basic missing. Something is originally wrong with us – and the obvious solution to this inner lack is to get something , someone or something, from outside to fill this inner gap.”

This Christmas I found myself alone but not lonely in our condo. A former student with whom I was supposed to have lunch was suddenly hospitalized. My husband was with my cousins for a traditional Christmas reunion.

I love being alone without being lonely, I cgerished the freedom from having to negotiate the Christmas traffic. I felt I did not need anything. I could order food any time I wanted from a favorite diner downstairs. After all I have lost all craving for rich food shortly after I had a mild stroke in May 2012.

I had completed two crossword puzzles. I had checked my news feeds on Facebook. I replied to all text messages. I finished the day’s housework. I was inspired to read pages from my spiritual books;we went to an anticipated Mass on the 24th.

What a grand Christmas gift; I wasn’t anxious over our daughter in the USA with her boyfriend nor over my husband out to lunch with my cousins.

Materialism??

Stories Re-Written and Re-Told

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In our self-talk we interpret life according to the stories we tell ourselves. For example, when we read about statistics about our ailments, we tend to include ourselves among those who won’t survive. Dr. Christine Page is saddened by this.

The shaman’s advice would be for us to think of ourselves as among the few that will be healed, no matter how slim the chances are, unless of course the dire medical pronouncement was made specifically for you. Find a detail in the prognosis that will make you an exception. Recreate your condition with a new vocabulary. Empower yourself towards health by telling a different story. Read about inspiring people like Louis Hay. Visit Facebook accounts of countless brave people battling health challenges and winning them.

This is the process I used to recover after a mild stroke. In the hospital during my therapy, I was warned about a specific window during which I would be able to walk again. Once I let slip the opportunity, I wouldn’t be able to walk again. Naturally I got scared. A former student of mine, now a medical practitioner banished my fears about the deadline. I told myself a different story.

A year after I can walk, albeit with a cane because my doctor doesn’t want me to risk bone damage in case I fall. With continued exercise I believe I can soon say goodbye to my cane.

Wait!

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I dislike busy bodies. I am a certified introvert but notice how unmindful I have been. Our daughter was running for honors in high school. Once I heard her complaining about how difficult her math homework was. Quietly I went to ask help from our engineer neighbor.

Our daughter was horrified: Mom, I was just venting. I didn’t ask for help.
On another occasion, I excitedly outlined an educational exercise for a young relative for her toddler. I enthusiastically explained each step. No reaction. Since then she has not communicated.

Recently, a former student sounded depressed when she replied to an email. I was overly concerned. I texted two of her closest friends in the province. I would have alerted her nearest of kin in Manila had I known a number. The next day, I learned she was her usual bubbly self. She even went to the community market to buy organic vegetables.

The moral is. Stay as an introvert and wait to be asked for help!