Does anyone actually eat food anymore? I know, of course they do. But you could be forgiven for thinking that people are chucking food in favor of pills these days, what with all the advertisements for more and more prescription drugs.
Plenty of my colleagues have already posted and written about food as medicine, and that with a balanced diet, you don't need half the drugs out there, so aside from that sentence, I'm not going to address it. I would like to focus on the hypocrisy of the drug industry vis-a-vis those of us who prescribe herbs.
Tons of these medications are being marketed directly to patients despite the lack of hard evidence for why they work. Don't believe me? Try looking up some on the web, or wikipedia, and you'll often times find the phrase, "...mechanism of action unknown."
Perhaps the biggest class of drugs with unknown mechanism that has been marketed most fiercely is the antidepressants. Knowing people that are clinically depressed, I'm all for prescribing someone something that may possibly help. However, the propensity to prescribe these drugs to anyone at the drop of a hat or at the earliest signs of sadness is definitely overkill.
People should give good nutrition a chance first, then move on to stronger medicine as warranted. Just today, it was reported on CBS This Morning yet again that exercise is definitely good for your brain. From a Chinese medicine point of view, exercise moves the Liver Qi, helping to augment the Kidney Qi and thus benefitting the "Sea of Marrow" (a Chinese Med term for the brain).
So, the next time a doctor sneers at you for getting acupuncture (admittedly an occurrence happening with less and less frequency as more doctors embrace Chinese medicine), just ask him: If big pharma doesn't know how they're stuff works, why so hot and bothered about knowing how acu works?
Monday, November 26, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Thanksgiving
Here's hoping everyone out there has a happy, and safe, Thanksgiving! Be sure to stock up on plenty of Boa He Wan for the calorie-fest, both for this month and Christmas.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Mind, Desire, and Suffering
Right now I'm reading an interesting book; "Buddha at the Apocalypse," by Kurt Spellmeyer. In it, he talks about what a lot of Buddhist books and scholars talk about; namely, that the source of suffering is the desire for things to be other than they are. Not seeing things as they are is opposite to Right View, one of the branches of the Noble Eight-fold Path.
What's interesting about Mr. Spellmeyer's book is how he equates this wrong view, of wanting things to be different, or to our liking, with what he calls "Apocalyptic thinking," the idea inherent in Abrahamic tradition that time has a beginning and it's on a path toward an end. Since all is slated for destruction at this future "end," there's no need to be conservative with resources, the world, or nature. Another term for this kind of thinking is what Mr. Spellmeyer calls "world despising."
Not only does this kind of thinking cause the thinker to suffer, it causes many, many other sentient beings, people and other creatures, to suffer because as resources and the natural world are consumed, destroyed, or befouled, those sentients find their lives negatively impacted, or even erased altogether.
Looking at the state of our natural world, it's clear that we have to look for a better way. A better way is not a negative better way, wherein one says, "You shouldn't do 'x'..." but a positive way, wherein one says, "Love your neighbor." In fact, I think someone did say that. If you really loved your neighbor, would you go about polluting his water? Tainting his food? Ruining his air? All of that is world despising and, in Buddhist terms, ego grasping. The polluter is doing it, because he doesn't like things as they are.
If you can bring mindfulness to what you're feeling vis-a-vis the external world, and see that this mind that wants to change things brings suffering, to you and others, perhaps you can shift your perspective a little. It would seem that there is nothing to lose, and a lot to gain.
What's interesting about Mr. Spellmeyer's book is how he equates this wrong view, of wanting things to be different, or to our liking, with what he calls "Apocalyptic thinking," the idea inherent in Abrahamic tradition that time has a beginning and it's on a path toward an end. Since all is slated for destruction at this future "end," there's no need to be conservative with resources, the world, or nature. Another term for this kind of thinking is what Mr. Spellmeyer calls "world despising."
Not only does this kind of thinking cause the thinker to suffer, it causes many, many other sentient beings, people and other creatures, to suffer because as resources and the natural world are consumed, destroyed, or befouled, those sentients find their lives negatively impacted, or even erased altogether.
Looking at the state of our natural world, it's clear that we have to look for a better way. A better way is not a negative better way, wherein one says, "You shouldn't do 'x'..." but a positive way, wherein one says, "Love your neighbor." In fact, I think someone did say that. If you really loved your neighbor, would you go about polluting his water? Tainting his food? Ruining his air? All of that is world despising and, in Buddhist terms, ego grasping. The polluter is doing it, because he doesn't like things as they are.
If you can bring mindfulness to what you're feeling vis-a-vis the external world, and see that this mind that wants to change things brings suffering, to you and others, perhaps you can shift your perspective a little. It would seem that there is nothing to lose, and a lot to gain.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Superstorm Sandy, People, and the Five Elements
Just a little thought regarding Five Element (Phase) Theory in light of Hurricane Sandy.
Sandy, as everyone already knows, wreaked untold havoc on the east coast, especially the tri-state area of New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut. I'm not going to go into the damage here, as that information is easily found elsewhere. I do want to talk about something that came out in conversation while walking around the city today.
At the entrance to Fort Tryon Park, a woman and I got to talking about trees that came down. During the course of the conversation, it struck me how accurate the Chinese were in formulating Five Element theory. Wood indeed controls Earth, by rooting into it and securing it. Water indeed controls Water, by forming natural berms and dams that channel it. Water indeed controls fire but extinguishing it or lowering heat, one of the three legs of the fire stool (the others being fuel and oxygen). Fire indeed controls metal by melting. Metal controls Wood by cutting.
This is the controlling, or ke cycle. The flip-side is the engendering, or sheng, cycle: Wood begets Fire by fuel (there's that stool again). Fire begets Earth by converting Wood to ash. Earth begets Metal by virtue of ores found in the Earth. Metal begets water, mostly in this case by condensation. Water begets Wood, by nourishing trees.
These Five Elements are always seeking to balance each other, in much the same way that the body seeks homeostasis. There is nothing static. Therefore, if there is a disturbance in the system, the system will look to balance itself. Always. If the system is, however, is always being disturbed, then it will always seek to balance itself to the point of running amok.
This is happening now, with out climate. What we have is a case of Metal over-controlling Wood. How? Axes, chainsaws, earthmovers; all the Metal accouterments of modern civilization. With this disruption, the system (Earth, or Gaia) is now looking to balance itself. The result? Weather run amok; Earth is eroding and sliding into the sea; Fire is rampant, adding heat to the seas and with this energy, Water has new-found force, with little to counter-balance it.
We love Metal. It's in everything that we identify with in the modern world; jewelry, cars, iPhones, Blackberries, our homes. Everything. Metal, the Son, is running rampant and drawing way, way too much on Earth, the Mother. But that's because we are drawing far too much on our Mother, making demands on her that go way beyond her ability to balance out what we are asking.
We as people have to recognize that we, contrary to what it says in some doofy book, are not masters of all that we survey. We are a part of this world just as much as any tree, rock, bird, fish, dog, pig. We are not apart from, but part and parcel with all that we see. It's incumbent on us, then, to take care of, and be mindful towards, the others who inhabit this rock with us. Because if we are not mindful of this green paradise, it can very well turn against us. And we have nowhere else to go.
Sandy, as everyone already knows, wreaked untold havoc on the east coast, especially the tri-state area of New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut. I'm not going to go into the damage here, as that information is easily found elsewhere. I do want to talk about something that came out in conversation while walking around the city today.
At the entrance to Fort Tryon Park, a woman and I got to talking about trees that came down. During the course of the conversation, it struck me how accurate the Chinese were in formulating Five Element theory. Wood indeed controls Earth, by rooting into it and securing it. Water indeed controls Water, by forming natural berms and dams that channel it. Water indeed controls fire but extinguishing it or lowering heat, one of the three legs of the fire stool (the others being fuel and oxygen). Fire indeed controls metal by melting. Metal controls Wood by cutting.
This is the controlling, or ke cycle. The flip-side is the engendering, or sheng, cycle: Wood begets Fire by fuel (there's that stool again). Fire begets Earth by converting Wood to ash. Earth begets Metal by virtue of ores found in the Earth. Metal begets water, mostly in this case by condensation. Water begets Wood, by nourishing trees.
These Five Elements are always seeking to balance each other, in much the same way that the body seeks homeostasis. There is nothing static. Therefore, if there is a disturbance in the system, the system will look to balance itself. Always. If the system is, however, is always being disturbed, then it will always seek to balance itself to the point of running amok.
This is happening now, with out climate. What we have is a case of Metal over-controlling Wood. How? Axes, chainsaws, earthmovers; all the Metal accouterments of modern civilization. With this disruption, the system (Earth, or Gaia) is now looking to balance itself. The result? Weather run amok; Earth is eroding and sliding into the sea; Fire is rampant, adding heat to the seas and with this energy, Water has new-found force, with little to counter-balance it.
We love Metal. It's in everything that we identify with in the modern world; jewelry, cars, iPhones, Blackberries, our homes. Everything. Metal, the Son, is running rampant and drawing way, way too much on Earth, the Mother. But that's because we are drawing far too much on our Mother, making demands on her that go way beyond her ability to balance out what we are asking.
We as people have to recognize that we, contrary to what it says in some doofy book, are not masters of all that we survey. We are a part of this world just as much as any tree, rock, bird, fish, dog, pig. We are not apart from, but part and parcel with all that we see. It's incumbent on us, then, to take care of, and be mindful towards, the others who inhabit this rock with us. Because if we are not mindful of this green paradise, it can very well turn against us. And we have nowhere else to go.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Cat Fancy
Anyone with cats will appreciate this...
So, my friend Gloria is a bit tender-hearted. So much so, that she invited a friend who was down on her luck to stay with her. However, there was a problem; her friend is allergic to cats, and Gloria has a cat named Fred.
So, Gloria asked me if I would watch her cat so long as her friend stayed with her. I said, "Sure, no problem." This last Saturday, Gloria brings over Fred, a black cat. Right there, we know there's no good luck in this.
I buzz Gloria into the building, and I can hear fried crying in his carrier the entire way up the stairs. I greet them, and Gloria sets down the carrier in the living room and opens it. Not having had cats for several years after the deaths of my own little furballs, I have a bedroom window open.
Fred comes out, still crying, and begins wandering around the apartment and into the bedroom. Gloria and I are chatting while Fred noses around, and then we realize we can't hear crying anymore.
We look around. No Fred. Look in the closet. No sign. Look out the window. Gone. Fred has vanished, like out of an episode of "Without a Trace."
Gloria is a little concerned, but leaves not in such bad shape. I canvass the building to make sure Fred hasn't gone down my fire escape into another window. No dice. I ask the super if he's seen Fred. Nope, not a whisker.
Now, I'm panicking. I text Gloria, who really starts to come unglued at this point, thinking her cat went out my window, onto the street, and out into the cruel city. She e-mails me flyers promising a reward and asks me to post them. Naturally, as I now feel like The Worst Friend on Earth, I comply. They have a cute pic of him and Gloria's info. I also hunt down my neighborhood cat people (every nabe has them) and tell them to be on the lookout. Fred as an RFID chip, so I call the vet and tell them to be on the lookout. Pleasantly, I get to see my neighbors, who are, for the most part, boisterous Dominicans, in a new light, as they all assure me they're keeping an eye out, that pets are like family, and that they'll certainly grab Fred when they see him.
This morning, I put up some more flyers, but have already mentally admitted defeat. If he high-tailed it out my window, he could be anywhere. I go about my day, head downtown, and prepare for a morose evening at my zendo.
Just before I get to the zendo, an amazing text comes through my phone, from my wife, Joy. FRED HAS BEEN FOUND!! "Where?!" you ask? IN MY FREAKING CLOSET!!!!! He never left the apartment!! SInce Saturday afternoon, he's been hiding in there, without making a sound! As I write this, he's STILL in there!! I can't wait for him to come out so I can kill him myself!
There it is; a story about the love-hate relationship we all have with our aloof little furball overlords. Nothing like "owning" a cat to make life more interesting.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Early Riser Blues
This month, I started to teach my class in Fort Tryon Park again. It's a free taijiquan class I've offered for the past two (or three?) summers. As much as I love teaching, there's one thing about this class that I think I could do without. It's at 6:30 in the morning.
Actually, it makes sense to do it early. The qi in the park is clear, the birds are singing, the setting is serene. It's also good as the mind is clear in the morning also. It just really, really bites getting up at 5:45 so I can pull my clothes on and get there on time.
Recently, I've been thinking a lot about little inconveniences like this, and how they relate to life. I've come to realize that the Buddha Gautama was absolutely right; living involves a certain amount of suffering.
Nothing is free, and everything worthwhile involves some inconvenience, suffering, elbow grease, whatever you want to call it. We all know that this is true. However, knowing something and actualizing it are two different things. Otherwise, we'd all act in our best interests all the time, no complaining. The reality is, however, that we do complain. We do want to stay snug in bed rather than go for an early run; we do want to drink that extra beer rather than stay sober to drive home, we do want to eat the pint of ice cream rather than the fruit.
This is the heart of procrastination, what Buddha included in his First Noble Truth about suffering; separation from what one wants is suffering, and having what one doesn't want is also suffering. Who wants to get up before six a.m. to do taiji? This morning, aside from myself, just one. And a skunk, but I think it was already in the park.
Of course, people do realize that a certain amount of discipline is necessary in daily life, otherwise nothing would get done. But I wonder; how much of this 'getting done' is still a kind of avoidance? Working hard to change the outside world to our liking only to wind up with yet other circumstances that we don't like? Circumstances that through our engineering, we've actually brought about? Like hamsters on the wheel, we spin and spin, moving out feet as rapidly as possible, yet not going anywhere.
Non-activity isn't the answer either, of course. To be human is to work. Otherwise, we'd starve. So what's a person to do?
It would seem that the thing to do is to accept that life has its moments we'd rather not have. To deal with the snow on the street, and the sun during the dog days of summer. We have to accept that early morning is the best time to rise to exercise, and that tedium is necessarily a part of mastering some process, be that taiji or stamp collecting.
Embrace the unpleasant. You'll feel so much better after.
Actually, it makes sense to do it early. The qi in the park is clear, the birds are singing, the setting is serene. It's also good as the mind is clear in the morning also. It just really, really bites getting up at 5:45 so I can pull my clothes on and get there on time.
Recently, I've been thinking a lot about little inconveniences like this, and how they relate to life. I've come to realize that the Buddha Gautama was absolutely right; living involves a certain amount of suffering.
Nothing is free, and everything worthwhile involves some inconvenience, suffering, elbow grease, whatever you want to call it. We all know that this is true. However, knowing something and actualizing it are two different things. Otherwise, we'd all act in our best interests all the time, no complaining. The reality is, however, that we do complain. We do want to stay snug in bed rather than go for an early run; we do want to drink that extra beer rather than stay sober to drive home, we do want to eat the pint of ice cream rather than the fruit.
This is the heart of procrastination, what Buddha included in his First Noble Truth about suffering; separation from what one wants is suffering, and having what one doesn't want is also suffering. Who wants to get up before six a.m. to do taiji? This morning, aside from myself, just one. And a skunk, but I think it was already in the park.
Of course, people do realize that a certain amount of discipline is necessary in daily life, otherwise nothing would get done. But I wonder; how much of this 'getting done' is still a kind of avoidance? Working hard to change the outside world to our liking only to wind up with yet other circumstances that we don't like? Circumstances that through our engineering, we've actually brought about? Like hamsters on the wheel, we spin and spin, moving out feet as rapidly as possible, yet not going anywhere.
Non-activity isn't the answer either, of course. To be human is to work. Otherwise, we'd starve. So what's a person to do?
It would seem that the thing to do is to accept that life has its moments we'd rather not have. To deal with the snow on the street, and the sun during the dog days of summer. We have to accept that early morning is the best time to rise to exercise, and that tedium is necessarily a part of mastering some process, be that taiji or stamp collecting.
Embrace the unpleasant. You'll feel so much better after.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Extra Points and Modern People
I was going to write an article on the use of extra points in treating traumatic conditions, like back pain, but then I realized that I also wanted to touch on something about the use of not only those points, but acupuncture in general.
Essentially, the ugly truth about acupuncture is that it can hurt sometimes. A lot. And when it comes to taking a little discomfort in the present to mitigate a lot of discomfort for a long while, most modern Americans are, quite frankly, pussies.
Acupuncture is old; in fact, it's very, very old. The Huang Di Nei Jing, the Chinese classic that first dealt with acupuncture as a subject is at least 2500 years old. That means that people in China were receiving acupuncture 500 years, at least, before Jesus was born; before Rome was transformed from a republic to an empire. More than that, there's archaeological evidence to support the idea that acupuncture is even older than the Huang Di Nei Jing.
In that time, of course, acupuncture has undergone a lot of change; from using stone probes to finer and finer needles and instruments. However, the people have changed considerably also. People back in ancient times led a much rougher, harsher existence. Physical discomfort was part of daily life. No one wanted it, anymore than they do now, but they knew that it was part of life, and they tolerated it. The life of a peasant, or farmer, in ancient China was almost unimaginably different than it is now. Times were brutal. Medicine also at that time was a bit brutal.
People today are, by contrast to our hale and hearty ancestors, much softer. They're also much more out of shape, leading to a whole host of diseases and syndromes unknown to our forebears. That's another post for another time. It's enough to note for this post, that most people are much less tolerant of discomfort than before.
Very often, when I'm confronted by someone who is in a lot of pain at a clinic, the first question he or she will ask me about acupuncture is, "Will it hurt?" Also very often, when I tell them truthfully that it does involve some sensation, they will ask to skip it. Not exactly a very robust group of patients, the modern individual.
To be fair, acupuncture marketing hasn't done a great job of helping. Acupuncture is marketed in quite a lot of media as "painless." Naturally, when patients come in, they expect there to be absolutely no pain or discomfort involved with the treatment, and when there is, they may or may not come back. I try to tell my patients truthfully that acupuncture is not sensationless, and that they will feel something. That way, they're not so shocked when they feel "de qi" at the needle site.
More than this, however, is an entire generation that has grown averse to experiencing discomfort on any level. Everything in modern living is sanitized, and made easier and easier. You no longer have to kill your own food; elevators eliminate the need for climbing steps, a journey of more than 10 blocks needs the bus. When that mind-set of avoiding discomfort becomes bedrock, it becomes very hard to move.
The body, as a living organism, needs to move. All of TCM is predicated on the idea of promoting movement, growth, inflow and outflow. "When there is free movement, there is no pain." We've become very comfortable in modern civilization, but we hardly seem to be healthier for it. A few people out there seem to get it, and they are committed to the idea of a body in motion; urban athletes who get out and move, even in inclement weather. But for a great many other people, it's just too easy to not move. Which is why the First Lady, Michelle, has to promote the "Let's Move" campaign. A campaign that is at odds with marketing which extols the virtues of hardly lifting a finger to get something done.
What is there to do? Perhaps we need to recognize that effort, even painful effort, is not inimical to enjoying life, and indeed, enhances it. In acupuncture, this would be taking a little pain from the needle to ward off much worse down the line. In life, it would be going anaerobic from time to time, taking the stairs every so often, walking, taiji, yoga; a whole host of things that people can do to ward off stasis from lack of movement. Is the cure worse than the disease, in this case? I think not. As is often said in Buddhism, pain is inevitable, suffering is not. Perhaps in embracing small pains, you can help stave off an old age of suffering.
Essentially, the ugly truth about acupuncture is that it can hurt sometimes. A lot. And when it comes to taking a little discomfort in the present to mitigate a lot of discomfort for a long while, most modern Americans are, quite frankly, pussies.
Acupuncture is old; in fact, it's very, very old. The Huang Di Nei Jing, the Chinese classic that first dealt with acupuncture as a subject is at least 2500 years old. That means that people in China were receiving acupuncture 500 years, at least, before Jesus was born; before Rome was transformed from a republic to an empire. More than that, there's archaeological evidence to support the idea that acupuncture is even older than the Huang Di Nei Jing.
In that time, of course, acupuncture has undergone a lot of change; from using stone probes to finer and finer needles and instruments. However, the people have changed considerably also. People back in ancient times led a much rougher, harsher existence. Physical discomfort was part of daily life. No one wanted it, anymore than they do now, but they knew that it was part of life, and they tolerated it. The life of a peasant, or farmer, in ancient China was almost unimaginably different than it is now. Times were brutal. Medicine also at that time was a bit brutal.
People today are, by contrast to our hale and hearty ancestors, much softer. They're also much more out of shape, leading to a whole host of diseases and syndromes unknown to our forebears. That's another post for another time. It's enough to note for this post, that most people are much less tolerant of discomfort than before.
Very often, when I'm confronted by someone who is in a lot of pain at a clinic, the first question he or she will ask me about acupuncture is, "Will it hurt?" Also very often, when I tell them truthfully that it does involve some sensation, they will ask to skip it. Not exactly a very robust group of patients, the modern individual.
To be fair, acupuncture marketing hasn't done a great job of helping. Acupuncture is marketed in quite a lot of media as "painless." Naturally, when patients come in, they expect there to be absolutely no pain or discomfort involved with the treatment, and when there is, they may or may not come back. I try to tell my patients truthfully that acupuncture is not sensationless, and that they will feel something. That way, they're not so shocked when they feel "de qi" at the needle site.
More than this, however, is an entire generation that has grown averse to experiencing discomfort on any level. Everything in modern living is sanitized, and made easier and easier. You no longer have to kill your own food; elevators eliminate the need for climbing steps, a journey of more than 10 blocks needs the bus. When that mind-set of avoiding discomfort becomes bedrock, it becomes very hard to move.
The body, as a living organism, needs to move. All of TCM is predicated on the idea of promoting movement, growth, inflow and outflow. "When there is free movement, there is no pain." We've become very comfortable in modern civilization, but we hardly seem to be healthier for it. A few people out there seem to get it, and they are committed to the idea of a body in motion; urban athletes who get out and move, even in inclement weather. But for a great many other people, it's just too easy to not move. Which is why the First Lady, Michelle, has to promote the "Let's Move" campaign. A campaign that is at odds with marketing which extols the virtues of hardly lifting a finger to get something done.
What is there to do? Perhaps we need to recognize that effort, even painful effort, is not inimical to enjoying life, and indeed, enhances it. In acupuncture, this would be taking a little pain from the needle to ward off much worse down the line. In life, it would be going anaerobic from time to time, taking the stairs every so often, walking, taiji, yoga; a whole host of things that people can do to ward off stasis from lack of movement. Is the cure worse than the disease, in this case? I think not. As is often said in Buddhism, pain is inevitable, suffering is not. Perhaps in embracing small pains, you can help stave off an old age of suffering.
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