16-18: tunneling in the back way
Today I was sitting with pacific zen institute out in Oakland, where you can hear the R&B from Art's crab shack pulsing through the floor. A woman made a comment after the darmha talk that wrote on top of a comment from Dr. R last Friday.
The woman in question talked about neuroscience as "tunneling in the back way", refering to reaching the same result as zen practice. This reminded me of a remark that Dr. R made on Friday. In response to my question of why he chose to pursue a career helping people with Sz, he told me that they all make progress, they all get better: some through phycoanlysis, some through medication, some through time, some through stable ome situations, some through excersize and relaxation, some from a combination or other sources.
Then I thought about Alexander techniche, which taught that insults, physical, mental or emotional, left tensions in the body, and that that tnesion could be released through resolving the insult (i.e. therapy), or physically letting go. I have seen it work both ways. I cried without stopping when C, one of the alexander instructors, gently pulled my shoulder, and I know of people who have releases like that after yoga.
This is all to say that maybe we are all headed toward the same truth- science, medicine, philosophy, math, economics, politics, spirituality, disco. All of it. We go from different angles and through different doors and everyone has their own path, this life or next, but as long as we are clawing toward the light, its all good.
C, dont know if you ever read this, but I wish I could chat about this with you right now. Maybe on the Charels.
And how, you wonderful little imaginary reader you, you ask has the celbration been coming along?
Ate crab and drank SoCo and god knows what after the Bar with LL LW, and others. Ate ice cream which was momentarily delightful. Came home and smoked a cigar with B at Zietgiest. Surfed OB Friday and Saturday. it was clean, off shore, and the suf gods took pity on me. I had a lovely steak au poivre with A and F and then went for dark bitter beer in the Marina Friday night. Saturday picked up K, my sister from another womb, and we went out with M and T to Mezzainine and listened to Nasa, Flusterdomis and Umbrella spin. We drank too much, which was quite enough. Late wake up Sunday, saw slum dog millionare and a dinner at my place- crawfish e'touffe.
Today, caught up with work, went on a walk with L, which never really got going, and travled to Oakland to find nirvana, or Buddah, or the inside of my eyelids and E- an old friend from Boston.
The woman in question talked about neuroscience as "tunneling in the back way", refering to reaching the same result as zen practice. This reminded me of a remark that Dr. R made on Friday. In response to my question of why he chose to pursue a career helping people with Sz, he told me that they all make progress, they all get better: some through phycoanlysis, some through medication, some through time, some through stable ome situations, some through excersize and relaxation, some from a combination or other sources.
Then I thought about Alexander techniche, which taught that insults, physical, mental or emotional, left tensions in the body, and that that tnesion could be released through resolving the insult (i.e. therapy), or physically letting go. I have seen it work both ways. I cried without stopping when C, one of the alexander instructors, gently pulled my shoulder, and I know of people who have releases like that after yoga.
This is all to say that maybe we are all headed toward the same truth- science, medicine, philosophy, math, economics, politics, spirituality, disco. All of it. We go from different angles and through different doors and everyone has their own path, this life or next, but as long as we are clawing toward the light, its all good.
C, dont know if you ever read this, but I wish I could chat about this with you right now. Maybe on the Charels.
And how, you wonderful little imaginary reader you, you ask has the celbration been coming along?
Ate crab and drank SoCo and god knows what after the Bar with LL LW, and others. Ate ice cream which was momentarily delightful. Came home and smoked a cigar with B at Zietgiest. Surfed OB Friday and Saturday. it was clean, off shore, and the suf gods took pity on me. I had a lovely steak au poivre with A and F and then went for dark bitter beer in the Marina Friday night. Saturday picked up K, my sister from another womb, and we went out with M and T to Mezzainine and listened to Nasa, Flusterdomis and Umbrella spin. We drank too much, which was quite enough. Late wake up Sunday, saw slum dog millionare and a dinner at my place- crawfish e'touffe.
Today, caught up with work, went on a walk with L, which never really got going, and travled to Oakland to find nirvana, or Buddah, or the inside of my eyelids and E- an old friend from Boston.
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