Monday, March 05, 2007

Monday

I may not remember my name but I know my purpose... (it's Monday) I finished my three-day marathon at PQ and got back from school. Today's class of Acupuncture Energetics is tought by a wonderful teacher named Sheila Mason. Today we discussed the third level of energetics which is "differentiation and discrimination." The first one is "respiration and digestion" and the second "interaction and communication." The first two are present in every person's life and the third in these individuals who ask themselves the questions such as "Who am I?" and "What is my purspose of being here?" So when we discuss issues connected to spiritual cultivation, Soul and emotions, I clearly remember what my purpose of doing what I do is. And Sheila is such a wise and gentle person that all of us in my group aspire to be a practicioner so balanced and so gentle as she is in the future...

Katarina left on Wednesday and the time we spent together was very nice. Katka's life problems got resolved in the three weeks and many new possibilities appeared. And this is how it should be - whatever obstacles appear, resolving them will open new doors because it means that old things have to dissolve, changes have to be made and the new wind will bring new ideas and new options. So instead of fearing the change, it's wisest to embrace it and use it to one's benefit. Katarina and I were talking about how much we have both changed since we first met over three years ago. When we met she and I separated from our now ex-husbands (we used the same lawyer to file the divorce papers) and there was a melodrama connected to it because we were so silly at that time... and a little confused regarding life in general... At that time of the profound change three years ago Katarina rang my doorbell, I opened and saw her standing at my door with a bag with her belongings in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. She said "Asia, I came here to get drunk." (The phrase always makes us laugh now.) And so that's how it was: she got drunk and I got drunk, and we were telling each other our life stories, crying and complaining about the senslessness of human existance, specifically it's female part, and the dawn came and we finally fell asleep and when we woke up we felt much better. I guess it was the catharis we both needed. Luckily we both come from the cultures in which you see a friend when you have problems not a psychotherapist (and such therapy is much cheaper - a few bottles of wine instead of $200 per hour of psychotherapy for endless time or as long as the psychotherapist needs the dough). Three years passed and whatever problems appear now are just laughted out loud, incense is burned to chase away bad spirits, relaxing tea is drunk (no more alcohol), organic food is eaten to nourish the body and mind, and uplifiting music is listened to bring positive vibes. So time passed, we got new experience and certain wisdom which lets us take things as they are and never make a huge thing out of any problem which appears. Which means that the passage of time is a good thing and certainly maturation and getting old and wise. It's not wise to cling to the past or bad habits or stagnation. Which brings me to the idea of Qi in Oriental medicine about which soon...