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By Jules Kragen
Meditating Hung Over
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13. Coached and contracted.
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Chapter 1.
Mantras for the modern man
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commanding her to “go deep”, hoping that with the
right amount of training she could one day run a
proper post pattern. The dog was actually was
making progress but my wife was neither impressed
or amused by the scene in her living room. Her look
said it all and I knew that after an uncomfortable
silence there would be trouble. I didn’t even offer up
a feeble “hi honey.” I knew it looked bad.
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that afternoon. Whether it was the injustice of that
call or the way she said what she said to me, or both,
for the first time it all sort of hit home.
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Eventually I found a book that seemed to make
sense. The tile was “Wherever you are you are
there.” Well that made sense and kind of reminded
me of the title of an old Firesign Theatre album.
Maybe that was a sign that this wouldn’t be so bad.
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then she walked over to me and hugged me. I
clammed up and didn’t say a word about the game
or more importantly how I had put down the book.
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And nothing happened. The coach told me that
was supposed to be the point. Nothing was
supposed to be OK, some kind of perfect state of
balance. I didn’t get it. I was supposed to let my
gaze go free, to look at the sky, the birds the wind
and not to judge. But try as I might I couldn’t stop
thinking about other things. Something was wrong.
Something was missing from this new found journey
into a spiritual life and without it I couldn’t make any
progress.
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knew that I wasn’t. And she was so happy about
this! Happier than I was! So I kept going every day
to classes and instructors and readings.
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Chapter 2
It’s a sufferer’s style
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was how much I had I had to drink and how I felt this
morning, to find out how sick I really felt. And I had
drunk plenty and boy did I feel really sick.
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I told her that I was looking for a job every day.
That was true. I told her that I networking more then
ever. Well that wasn’t. I couldn’t stand the concept of
networking with people you didn’t care about when
employed. It felt even worse talking to them now.
What the hell did you say to those people anyway,
“Hi, I know that we haven’t spoken for months and
have little in common, but you know, I am out of
work and brother can you spare me a job? Oh, keep
in touch and send me an email when you can. Best to
the wife and kids.” What a load of crap.
While she had been supportive of me until now,
the point remained that all of her fears about my
future and thus our relationship were exacerbated by
my exceedingly rare nights out with the guys. She
was really down on those wine dinners. Yes, she was
right, I guess. They were kind of expensive and we
were getting a bit low on discretionary funds, a fact
made worse by, of all the ironies, the cost of my
journey towards inner peace. Worse yet, I was
usually out of commission for a day or even two
afterward a dinner. Even though it meant much in
reality it looked really bad.
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As my thoughts continued to wander I concluded
that at this stage of the game the wife didn’t approve
of anything in my life except for my feeble attempts
at meditation and yoga. Even that was going poorly. I
had become so bored with the traditional mediation
process that when I tried to do so I would quickly fall
asleep waking up hours later with drool coming out
of the right side of my mouth, forming nice circular
stains of spit on the couch pillows that I would blame
on the dog. At least something good came from her
being up there with me.
What was I going to do? Time was running out, I
could hear her shut off the hair dryer. Five minutes to
go. OK, I thought, do something. Look like your
meditating. Close your eyes even if you are faking it.
Slow down and breathe, come on follow that path to
peace.
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lost again and my friendships. My mind focused on
these great pleasures and my breathing slowed. For
a brief moment I was curiously calm and even my
stomach shut up.
It was then that a kind of man-bhudda hidden
deep inside of me spoke for the first time. And when
he did, I had a revelation. A deep and clear voice as
calm and clear as the breeze and the blue sky came
into my head. I had a vision that touched my inner
being. Suddenly it all seemed so easy. I knew what to
say to her. At that moment the bathroom door
opened and she emerged, looking great I might add.
I was calm. I was ready. I wasn’t sure why.
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Chapter 3
Embracing the Man-Bhudda Within
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I was waiting for her to say something, to call
me out, but she didn’t. She just stood there looking
at me fussing with her hair. Was she stunned?
Angry? Happy? I couldn’t tell.
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I was amazed that she even was talking to me at
this hour. She hadn’t said this much before leaving
for work in weeks. I also knew that I felt absolutely
awful and that I needed to stay on course. Despite
my high residual blood alcohol content that morning,
the vision continued. It was clear, awe-inspiring. It
flooded me with purpose and enlightment. I went on.
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Thursday morning cable TV schedule and dreading
the now mandatory 3 pm stretch fest with the
exercise witches at the Y, I went over the morning’s
events in my head. They were a pleasant but
confusing surprise that I didn’t understand at all. I
knew that something good had happened. I wasn’t
sure why, but I needed to know more if I could hope
to replicate them.
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I threw together a quick dish of pasta with pesto
and a salad, no wine tonight. We turned in early
afterwards without a word about the events of the
morning. Wife passed out reading the New York
Times and I was lulled to sleep by the dreary
monotony of the 10 o’clock news, the sounds of
gunshots, school closures and the crashing stock
market.
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Chapter 4
Liar Liar Brains On Fire
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peace. My meditation was different that morning and
not just because I was hung over and ready to ralph.
I wasn’t sure why, but it had felt much better, easier
some how.
Let me explain.
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And a happy wife means a happy life. Let that be
said again. A happy wife means a happy life. That is
the truth.
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would be reincarnated as an ass pimple on an
elephant. But maybe not. Maybe I had really hit on
something good that would help me and maybe
others. And more importantly, weren’t these Eastern
deities supposed to be a forgiving bunch?
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football, was there in the crowd cheering me on.
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enjoying as of late, it was Margarita Time again! I
made them fresh with Meyer lemons from our tree
(adding a bit more sweetness than limes), Cointreau
and a dark brown anejo reposado tequila (hey why
not it was Wednesday). They were tasty, refreshing,
strong and then gone.
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overwhelming. The week before when it hit me
driving down 101 through Marin I actually thought
about pulling over the car and resting for fear I would
pass out. But as I drove over the hill into Tiburon it
ended and it didn’t return so I didn’t say a word to
anyone. I figured I just had a really really bad upset
stomach. Took some Tums. Couldn’t be more than
that. Could it?
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sleeping pill to make you forget it, something that I
would not do as a matter of principle. There was
nothing to do but wait for it to pass. Most nights it
didn’t and I lay awake worrying and wondering.
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I listed the symptoms off in my head and as I did
they spelled out those dreadful words that you don’t
ever want to see on your menu: heart attack. I heard
Richard Pryor’s voice deep in my head from his
journey down this road. “Now just don’t move
motherfucker,” he said to me. "Yes Sir", I thought.
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mess with.
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the medication kept me calm and we listened to the
steady beats of the heart monitor until she fell asleep
in her chair.
**I later learned that I had scored 100% on the GERD attack report
card, doing everything human to make sure I had an attack, from
eating spicy food late washed down with alcohol to lying down
afterwards.
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looked up at the morning sky. The air was cool and
the sky was clear and blue, something really rare
here in Berkeley. I felt that I had been lucky. For
starts I had health insurance although I could only
imagine what the bill would be anyway. But more
important, I had my wife next to me, the sun was out
and a new day was just beginning. In the trees next
to the parking lot birds were everywhere chirping.
The scene was ridiculously positive and for once
even my cynical being was overcome with a feeling
that was new to me: gratitude.
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evening for a reason and I also knew that if I didn’t
make this change I would be back again. Maybe the
next time the lights wouldn’t respond so well.
Then I did.
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Chapter 6
This is a rat race
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began in the previous chapter, the change that I
decided upon lying on that hospital bed should be
obvious by now. I made up my mind to leave the
business that I had loved for the past 10 years.
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travel to South and Central America and a romantic
product line to boot, it never lacked for interest or
excitement. Who would want to leave?
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times and about the darkest of subjects, often the
sicker the better.
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each other in a civil tone eventually withered on the
vine and failed. I was overwhelmed by a surging sea
of turmoil, cultural indifference and plain old stress.
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as you could see. Fish were plentiful as were the
hundreds of pelicans that followed them around, the
water was clean and blue. The sky was as well.
People were friendly and the twin curses of credit
cards and ATM’s had yet to reach the sleepy town of
La Manzanilla, Jalisco somewhere between Manzanilo
and Puerto Vallarta. As long as your rental car had
good enough shocks to clear the numerous speed
bumps you could get around easily. Unfortunately
ours didn’t and we scraped our way up and down the
roads.
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you.
This was all bad news. Over the past few years I
had developed an increasingly bad histamine crazed
reaction to all insect bites, be they spider, mosquito
or in this case bee. The bites would swell up and
hang around for weeks like an unwanted relative
visiting for the holidays while I would dose them with
any remedy I could get my hands on just hoping the
swelling and itching discomfort would go away.
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I pulled out the stinger with my fingernails, also
bad in terms of having been there overnight and the
probability of infection. I washed the wound as best I
could with soap and water. I found an old very funky
band-aid in the bottom of my medicine kit and
applied it. It sort of stuck there, not that it would do
much good with all of the dirt in town and went back
to bed.
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good dive and we stayed out for a long time.
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had a black leather doctor’s bag. He asked me what
had happened and I explained it to him. He took one
look at my foot and told me it was probably infected.
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injections.
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hopped downstairs.
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eyes began to close and that is where they found
me, asleep on the living room couch book in hand.
One thing about the book certainly was true.
Whatever he was talking about it sure relaxed me
that afternoon.
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Chapter 8
The door shuts like velvet on foam.
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longer for my sake and for that of the business.
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Maybe he was just plain exhausted. Who knows? I
hadn’t been able to figure out his behavior for years
and this development wasn’t going to give rise to
some new illumination. He certainly didn’t resist and
when he finally did speak he asked me what I had in
mind in terms of a price.
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sell. My name is on the business. I can never leave.
I am too old to do anything else but you can start
another life.”
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All during the negotiations I was strangely calm
and focused on one thing, just getting the deal done.
I realized that if I did not leave the business soon it
was going to kill me and that was a powerful
motivator. I didn’t flinch when he counter offered or
at the eventual deal we made. Cutting the price was
fine, getting anything was a whole lot better than
being stuck with a chunk of the always mounting
corporate debt and my health on the line.
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recession started. The bad news was that I had left
my company before the recession started. I found
that out very quickly.
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off of a cliff.
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or a larger more corporate venue, you leave much
more behind than just the business life. You leave
structure. You leave habits, familiarity. You jump off
a diving board and diver into a pool of air that has no
walls no floor and no ceiling. Everything suddenly
becomes nothing.
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No, there is no manual for the newly
unemployed that you can turn to. There is no way
for you to head downtown to the financial district
looking to find a quick work fix. You won’t be
hanging out on the corner of Montgomery and
California staring out at guys and girls rushing by in
their work suits with your hands trembling mumbling
“Hey man, where can I score a 4 week consulting
contract. I got it bad this morning. I need some
work…brother can you spare a deal”
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for a job who cursed freely during our talks. All of
this happened during the last few weeks that I was
still employed and I was on a cloud. I could see it
already happening. I would ask for a few weeks
vacation and would start working at the end of the
month tan relaxed and ready to work.
Wrong.
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for another 6
5 months.
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spreadsheets in Excel with almost functioning
macros, yes I would create a plan for myself.
That was as far as the plan got that day and the
next day and for many weeks thereafter.
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listening to Coltrane and early Miles again. Didn’t go
back to my old heroes like Raymond Douglas D and
Peter T. and Thomas P. Didn’t finish that photo
project that I had been meaning to work on for so
many years, left the images piling up in digital
purgatory once again. Didn’t organize the photos of
the kids spilling out of box after box, didn’t use the
empty waiting albums. Didn’t get back on the
bicycle which sat faithfully waiting for me in the
garage. Didn’t start running again. Didn’t go back to
that yoga class that I tried once. Didn’t get my shit
together uh no no no no. Not at all. Couldn’t seem
to get motivated. I wonder why….
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package must less to open it.
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Sorted through files from the past and tried not to
linger. Sat in the sun for hours and shredded
documents of times and lives past as quickly as I
could. Then when the shredder would overheat I
would stop and space out.
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What if we opened a café that sold waffles? Had
a great name too. “Waffeltown”. But it felt old
fashioned and way too risky for me to pull the trigger
when every retail project on earth seemed to start at
a minimum investment of 300K. And that issue cut
across the board on every retail project that I looked
at. Still have the antique waffle irons that I bought
on Ebay that week.
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When not trying to start a business I spent the
time looking at those other ideas I had when I left my
job. Remember that ideal; trying to give back to the
community by getting a non-profit job even if it paid
very little? Me and every other unemployed business
person over 50 had the same idea. Get in line and
take a number, we need your money not you was the
answer loud and clear to us. We are overwhelmed
with your calls. Take a number. And volunteer. That
was the one idea that held on and was something I
would later do.
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And how about those message boards? Tired of
the Craigslist shuffle? I know they do a service for
job seekers, but how many find themselves addicted
to checking those lists several times a day to find
nothing new and nothing relevant to your search
over and over again no matter how deep you did into
the site.
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That was my “accomplishment”. I didn’t share it.
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wrong? Was it the pessimism of the economy? Gas
pricing? Why did it seem that so many bad stories
were permeating our lives? The stories I heard from
my friends:
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Our egotistical but naive generation thought it
would all be different for us but it wasn’t turning out
that way. All of our hopes and desires, the skills that
we thought would make our world and our kids lives
better were unable to evade the sheer idiocy of the
current world and the overpowering reality of our
exploding genetic pools.
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epiphany? A moment where the skies part and a
white haired Monty Python like blue eyed god-head
spoke to me? Did someone hand me a gold key or
open a door marked here?
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computers, software and electronic devices. I mean
seriously, who takes the time to read the manuals? I
got better results from Microsoft Office.
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sitting cross legged on the carpet and ready to
receive some real knowledge.
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What got to me almost immediately was the
tone. These authors and their work were ethereal,
their advice seemed to float, to speak to people from
a different world and not to me. Now this is
understandable to a great extent because the people
who wrote these books are ethereal. They are
monks, Phd’s in philosophy, guys who had spent
years in vows of silence sitting on wooden benches
watching leaves fall and grass grow and loving it. Of
course they were spacey. The problem with these
texts and these messages is that I wasn’t. I was
stuck here on earth, unemployed and bored.
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studios, all with slightly different ways of torturing
your body and contorting your limbs. There names
were as confusing as the poses, Hatha, Ashtanga, I
couldn’t really see the difference between them.
They hurt just the same. I never went to two in a
row.
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this stuff; for those of us who crave constant
stimulation, meditation provides us with the chance
to turn that switch off for the first time in our lives
without chemical intervention. And yes, for you
doubters out there who selfishly hang to those old
habits, it is worth learning to control that particular
switch in this way. It helps us to manage our toxic
quest for more more and then a little more with
benefits instead of side effects.
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ripped (this was something that really confused me).
The women yoga instructors were lithe, make up free
and beautiful, they spoke clearly and strongly. The
men could stand on their head in one quick motion
and stay there. They were odd but impressive
nonetheless.
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breathing, more meditation, more of the same things
that already were not working for me. I kept beating
my head against this soft wall of down pillows
without results during those two months.
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maintenance can only be deferred so long before
trouble sets in. I had known about this problem for
years, tackling it with a dazzling array of caulks,
sealants and other stalling efforts that brought me
many years of extra use. But these fixes were only
good for so long and I knew that the shower base,
something I later got to know was the “pan” had
finally cracked, sending a slow but steady stream of
water leaking down into the studs that support the
second floor each time we showered and then
soaking the ceiling of my son’s closet. The ceiling
which was now brown, grey and black, cracking and
turning really really ugly in colors that spelled out a
simple three letter word every homeowner dreads.
Rot. That horrifying combination of a dank sulfurous
smell and a spreading stain that looked like a tie dye
made by Nostradamus and gave way when I poked it
with my finger made it clear to me that home
remedies were now over. This was clearly beyond
the usual course of cortisone and antibiotics, surgery
would be required.
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the appearance of meditating to make peace at
home and not believing in a word of it. I would tell
her the truth, that the meditation wasn’t going well,
that underneath that serene poses I was frustrated
angry and bordering on depressed with a steel rod
running from my gut to my brain that impaled me
24/7 and wouldn’t let me sleep through a single night
in the past two weeks. I was pissing away all the
benefits of being out of work and couldn’t do a thing
about it.
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Let’s get this party started
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End this hopeless charade and move on.
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She kept going, “I think that a big part of the
problems that you are having is that you are at home
too much.” Well that was true. “I know that you
want to do everything yourself and that you believe
that you can but this is different. This isn’t like using
a road map when you get lost. (Which I did by the
way). You need to get out of the house, find yourself
a group to meditate with just like I did, and let it
grow over time. Just think about it, I have been
meditating with the same group of women for over
10 years.”
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“Honey, are you listening to me.”
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indeed quite fast, stylish and simple to operate) and
opened up the browser. The first question was
always the most basic, just what the hell was I
searching for? Um lets see. Inner peace. Too broad.
Buddhism? I wasn’t converting. Let’s guess.
Meditation? Yes. And keep it local. And maybe a
group to start. So I typed in: Eastern meditation
groups Berkeley Ca’.
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luck that I opened the front door and walked into
right room. Aren’t their directions on the road to
Nirvana?
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At that point he went silent and looked at me.
This lasted for more than just a moment, to be the
point of being a bit strange. He seemed to be
considering his options. Was I imaging things or did
he actually furrow his brow and start to squint at me?
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I was flabbergasted. Stunned. Outraged. What
had just happened! Where was that old mellow team
Zen spirit? I looked around at my fellow meditation
inmates for support but I should have known better.
They were fidgeting uncomfortably on their cushions,
waiting for their instruction to begin and looking for
me to leave because it was obvious that they were
not going to get started until I did. Collaborators.
Administrators. Vichy sympathizers. And thus ended
my one, and maybe fortuitously so, foray into the
world of group meditation. A crash both sudden and
swift.
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Coached and Contracted
(El Yingo Yango)
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the woman coach first. Her name was Margie and
her ad looked pretty straightforward, her photo (good
looking so what), her location (San Francisco), rates
(which seemed a bit high) and a discussion of
breathing and relaxation techniques for women, men
and couples. My rush to judgment was not the best
move, I should have read the details a bit closer as it
turned out.
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secure building. It wasn’t that unusual, was it?
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stranger to me. Something wasn’t right. “No thanks,
I already did earlier.” This whole thing felt strange.
“Of course.”
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And then she went off like a Zen roman candle. I do
believe that she had given this speech before. “ Yes,
I can help you with your problems. Before you can
learn to meditate on the true power within you need
to focus on your breathing. You must learn the power
of tantra.”
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as you have only imagined it, a gateway to pure
alignment of spirit, body and ecstasy.”
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quiet.
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up on the trusty Internet and gave me his address
(located very close to the house) and phone number.
At the end of the hour I paid her ½ of her regular fee,
her suggestion, which came to $100 and I got ready
to leave.
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the borderline types that I encountered trying to find
someone that I could work with to repair our home
without doubling the mortgage can only described as
ridiculous if not just plain hysterical. These guys
were as varied as the characteristics of the human
face itself, in terms of skill set, competency and plain
old ability to communicate. I can’t say which process
was stranger, finding a Zen coach or a building
contractor.
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If only I would have hired him and followed my
own advice. But are we not our own worst
counselors? Why don’t we follow the advice that we
give to others and that we know to be true? Is it the
famous Groucho Marx line that we don’t want to be
part of any club that would let us in?
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working. It was getting toward the end of the
summer of 2007 and the full effect of the recession
hadn’t hit the contracting world, most of whom
seemed to be finishing large jobs already under
contract when the long slow descent began.
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salt; it was kind of funny and helped pass the time. It
did not deter me from the other search that I was
pursuing and one Tuesday I found myself in what
was without question a psychologist or psychiatrist
office sitting in a comfortable chair face to face with
a balding middle aged man dressed in faded jeans,
Birkenstocks, a grey T-shirt and an orange down
vest.
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Then I realized that the person I was most pissed
off at was myself. Once again I had left myself in a
position to be taken advantage of. I hadn’t really
checked him out. I didn’t ask him what he did or get
a reference before I let him go to work. I was doing a
better job checking out the guys working on the
shower then the one working on my head.
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The purple blue rays of dawn
QuickTimeª and a
decompressor
are needed to see this picture.
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Yossi was also capable, if you let him, of talking your
ear off as he chain-smoked his hand rolled
cigarettes. He had spent way too much time in the
garden, when he saw a plant he saw its eventual
problems, from lack of sun, to how wind would effect
it to moisture (always too much or too little). The
former kibbutznik didn’t see the plants growing
anymore, instead he saw them dying of fungus, too
much fertilizer or the legions of ants. He regularly
accused me of treating our garden like a beautiful
woman (stop putting on the lipstick he would
chastise me). It took me years to learn that inside of
him just below his madness was an intelligent loyal
and trustworthy person, the kind that who you would
always want on your team. Someone who would be
there for you; that is if he understood the directions
and it was before 4 in the afternoon.
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promised to get me a phone number and he did a
few days later.
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They work on your behalf blending the often painful
neutrality of a psychologist with the enthusiasm of
your high school counselor (or coach if you played
organized sports. They feel free to actually call you
out on issues not just ask you to consider them, to
point out paths, not just suggest them.
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I did make one adjustment in my approach this
time. After my experience with the silent listener
shrink, I decided that I would take charge of the
situation. I had learned from countless but effective
sales and marketing seminars that most efforts will
not succeed without those faithful old friends,
objectives, goals to meet those objectives and a plan
on how to achieve those goals. So I applied the
same logic to this engagement.
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Right?
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We didn’t ask to have cold unengaged fathers
who did not know how to connect to us except in
socially sanctioned events such as sports. Or didn’t
understand us at all. We didn’t sign up to have close
and often suffocating emotional relationships with
our poor scarred moms. We had not choice. We had
to talk to someone.
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I began to comprehend that too many of my
behaviors were reactive, no doubt a result of the
sensory overload that results from my often painful
sensitivity to all that is around me. I resolved not to
put up with shit. Not to be rude, why bother, but to
move quickly away from the people and the
behaviors that were not honest.
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detailed and fair. I accepted it and he started work
with his small crew a few days later. Over these
same weeks the house became a beehive of activity,
a series of distractions that evolved around canvas
tarps, nail guns, caulk and rotting floor boards. Did
you notice the word rot? That is another issue
entirely.
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Heavy construction
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was highly constricted, his chant was true) and those
laundry fittings, they are ready to burst and did you
know that these old plastic hoses that lead to your
toilet those could go at any minute, I had a client
where one burst and the flooding cost them $10,000
replace those hardwood floors alone wouldn’t want
that to happen here and tweet tweet are you really
comfortable living with that old knob and tube wiring
you know if the city hawks ever inspect this job they
are going to red tag it until you bring this place up to
code.”
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I don’t any one to have the impression that
hiring a bonded general contactor was a mistake. In
fact I learned a lot from him and his crew. Once I
gave up trying to figure out just how much I was
spending and how long it would take to pay it back it
sort of became fun. Without feeling the needle go in
we broke 6 figures with ease on the work he did that
fall. We wound up with a functioning new shower, a
new kitchen and countless projects that helped bring
this old house into the 21st century.
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early morning clear out to work and faithful white
dog Kelly sleeping more and more as she got older;
just not a lot was going on. Now the day started with
coffee, canvas tarps being spread throughout the
house and the workers talking about their various
girlfriends or not, Raider games (I forgive them I
guess they grew up here when that team cold play)
and the regular conversations of guys in their late
20’s working construction in the Bay Area. They
were far from working idiots, one was a former cook
and the other had worked in grocery jobs all his life
before starting on the crew. At mid-day my lunch
moved from a sandwich at the desk to going out to
get burritos for the group (grilled chicken super
please thank you so much extra green hot sauce)
that we usually ate together. It brought rhythm to
the house, something that had been sorely lacking.
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experience with meditation, I did begin to see
gradual changes in the way I approached it. For
starters I stopped hating it. I now see that this was
my first step toward reconciliation with the path
towards peace.
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angry.
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switch.” It sounded so good when he said it that
way. I couldn’t wait for it to work for me.
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confronted with a real crisis of the heart and the
mind. I fled.
Road trip.
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So I settled on the Big Easy and after some
preliminary research on airfares, I got on the phone
to the guys. I suggested we go in October, weather
isn’t too bad, summer heat and humidity are gone.
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The combined effect of being unemployed
during this recession was like having a bad toothache
that had now become infected as well. Your spirit
ached constantly, some days more often than others
with frequent changes in severity that seemed to
vary from hour to hour. When you tried to forget
about the pain it would remind you in a hurry that it
was still there (helllloooo I am not going anywhere it
would whisper) Then as it finally diminished in
intensity, it lingered in the background of your
conciousness without ever going away, coloring your
every moment during the rest of the day. A veritable
roller coaster ride of mental discomfort.
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seemed as if everything was placed on hold. Society
froze in its tracks watching billions of dollars in
wealth vaporize and there I stood, arguing with the
power about the color of the crushed quartz
countertops we were looking at for the kitchen.
Incongruous? Absolutely.
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each check that I wrote felt heavier and heavier as
the pen left my hand. I kept looking for the right exit
sign, this was worse than ending a relationship with a
shrink.
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recipes and looking for ideas on what to cook for the
evening. My dinners suddenly became architectural
works that grew higher and higher, complex sauces
appeared for the first time in years, meals looked
and tasted perfect.
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restless as result of the continuing lack of structure
in my life. Tired of the gym, struggling with life’s
imperfections and losing touch.
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success of the next year.
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But early on I gained confidence that maybe some
good would actually come out of these efforts
towards so called personal growth. There were
several reasons for this new-found hope.
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I thought about the MHO morning incessantly as
I developed a theory that expounded on my initial
ideas about what happened. I distilled those
moments over and over and as I did so it became
clear that it wasn’t just about focusing on any old
subject. I began to believe that meditation would
work better if I focused on the things that appealed
to me instead of concentrating on the usual suspects
in the line up of ethereal elements of peace.
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steak cooked on a cedar plank, the crunch of crisp
home fries covered with coarse salt, smoked paprika
and home made vinegary ketchup. Simple pleasures
like a ripe Brunelo against a spit roasted veal chop
with some broccoli rabe and nettle raviolis in brown
sage butter. A beautiful woman in a tight sweater, a
tightly thrown pass reaching the outstretched arms
of a receiver. The piano of Bill Evans, the trumpet of
Miles, the horn of Coltrane, the laughter of Richard
and Lenny. Now those were subjects that I could
focus on! I was exhausted by all this study about
nothing; I wanted to think about things that made me
happy. I knew that I could concentrate on things that
I cared about.
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fly under her radar and evade closer scrutiny. I
needed cover and an understanding of the terms of
art so I could issue regular progress reports to
management in the lingua franca. I mean seriously, I
had no idea what I was doing and if I didn’t learn how
to act like I did, the truth of where I was at would
stick out like an old basset hound’s balls.
Mindfulness.
Breathing.
Meditation.
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and:
Practice.
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voice of the holy mother (i.e. mine, may she rest in
peace) as she said to me many times, “Not so fast
mister big shot”. She was right, there is hard work to
do before finding personal nirvana. No foundation,
no internal house standing straight and tall.
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begin to get it? One afternoon as I reflected on the
meaning of this initially obtuse concept, I suddenly
realized that mindfulness existed in a realm that I
completely understood and loved: Sports. In sports
there is a moment known as being in the zone, a
place where conscious and unconscious merge and
the player is perfectly in place as he acts. For most
of us at the mention of the zone, an image jumped
into our heads right? It could be Jordan floating
above the rim or the focus in Jerry Rice’s eyes as he
caught a sideline pass without going out of bounds.
When I thought of it in those terms mindfulness
suddenly made sense to me for the first time.
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being here now. That knowledge came later after a
lot of hard work and many failures. To reach that
state I needed to meditate and I couldn’t meditate
until I learned to control my breathing and that
aspect of my life like most of it was far from perfect.
I was still falling asleep regularly on the comfy chair
and fighting to make that 10 count on the breath
scale.
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I don’t give a shit behavior. I regressed quickly into
old comfy and unproductive ways, all too easily
embracing the ease of falling into familiar darker
paths. Days would pass when I just gave up, pushing
the breathing exercises aside as soon as they didn’t
feel right, which was pretty easy as they didn’t work
very well any more. I let go of any and all attempts
at meditation and quit my work with the coach. In
other market news, soon a day was a success when I
just passed the time without having a drink before 4
pm when I started cooking and pleasantly burned
through the rest of that afternoon. Or was that 3? I
began to lose track.
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old warhorses, “ Oh you know, looking for work.
Great networking lunch. Spent some time
meditating. Beautiful day to walk the dog up in the
hills.” She was growing impatient with me. Believe
me, I knew that she expected more and I wish I had
something to say. But there was nothing new to
report on any front. Some mornings it just felt like I
was walking in thick thick mud covered with a central
valley ground fog at the speed of a zombie.
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another. That is what hit me. I immediately and
intuitively understood what needed to be done! I
would create a modern mancave.
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Wood paneled den. Pool hall. Fraternal orders.
Orthodox synagogues (just kidding but less so than it
first seemed). The rectors of the priesthood. I close
my eyes and I see images our collective fathers,
Jackie Gleason with his raccoon hat, my dad fixing a
broken appliance in the garage, a neighbor
overhauling the engine of his car underneath a
fluorescent light.
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variety of wooden buddahs, and some polished
stones. Books, a prayer rug and a shawl. These were
the symbols of meditation to her. I needed to borrow
them to lend credibility to my version of this trip
east.
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and happy. A baseball signed by Barry Bonds. A
black and white photo of three bottles of Chateau
D’yquem that I took in Paris so many many years
back, portraits of Bill Graham, David Byrne and Bruce
Springsteen.
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could settle in. I thanked my spirits that we had
wired her room for cable when she demanded it
while she was in high school. As I worked I rehearsed
the introduction of the new man space to her that
evening, angling for maximum effect.
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“No.” Not enough.
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was it, time to go deep with this idea, either my
mancave theory was going to work out or it wouldn’t.
This was sort of a coming out for the concept of
manful meditation. I needed to declare my new
space to my wife, just like some roaming Fido leaving
his mark on that tree outside the house. I wanted to
lift my spiritual leg up high and say:
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“Fantastic. So when I am here meditating, I
would really appreciate it if you let me do this alone.
It helps me focus on my personal growth.”
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enjoying the rhythmic passing and stout defenses.
Things were dandy, wife was back in the fold, I had a
new TV and no commitments on the horizon.
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afternoon and I liked it. That positive feeling was a
premonition of what was about to occur, a step
forward on a conscious trek that was already open to
me.
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It was just as the books said, as the breathing
got better I was able to meditate for longer periods.
For the first time thoughts came and went lightly and
sometimes I embrace them. Other times I let them
just drift off without stress.
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had in many many years.
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both mindful and manful**. It wasn’t enough to
become just mindful. It had to be manful as well.
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unnecessarily.
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Ahem.
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have crawled back out of the personal abyss of
underemployment and understructure without
making yoga a regular part of my daily life. Period.
It has surprised me in its power to shape both my
being and my mind.
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ago I desperately sought relief from a chiropractor.
That is another experience I hope not to repeat in
this life, both in terms of the pain, it got to the point
where I could not walk and the treatments. I for one
am not comfortable with the having my spine
cracked like a walnut shell.
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to place your body and your mind under the control
of an instructor who knows nothing about you, your
physical limitations and your strengths and in 9.9 of
out 10 classes won’t bother to ask. In a group that
can be as small as just you or as big as 50, you sit
there as the class begins, completely unprotected
from a panoply of embarrassing possibilities and
routine failures.
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Yoga. He had seen a number of good-looking women
his age going into a studio near his workplace. He
wondered if this was a place he could meet someone.
I told him flat out not to bother. No one interacts at
the Yoga studio, not on the way in, the way out or
during. Eye contract is frowned upon as are smiles
or any acknowledgment that the individual exists.
When eye contact is made it is quickly averted, an
embarrassment for both parties. The individual
becomes fully subjugated to the group experience
but there is no team. Another confusing moment for
most of us guys who are waiting for someone to
block for us as we hit the hole.
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above 62 degrees.
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The class was held the next day at 4pm in the
afternoon in a bright studio full of plants and sunlight
on residential street. I should have know from the
painfully insipid sounds of Enya that were playing
when I walked in the room (remember her? sadly I
do) and the strange mixed scent of patchouli and
sweat that this was going to be a stretch (and not in
the sense that I wanted to be). The whole room
reeked of ancient long expired hippiedom and
enforced relaxation vibes. No good signs to report.
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There is just something wrong with the visuals
that I witnessed during the class. It completely
creeped me out.
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50 plus years of life.
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But there was no doubting his ability or his
dedication to the Ashtanga School. He knew the
exercises and every subtle detail, letting you know
when to add an upward twist or a stretch of you toes
or to lift your back. These minimal variations in his
instructions were always there if you looked for them
but never easy to find if you were desperately trying
to catch your breath.
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order to push forward.
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That didn’t stop me from getting what I wanted
before. I would remind myself of the simple rule of
forward motion:
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making decent day-to-day strides in both yoga and
meditation, but nothing earth shattering. This
limited progress was very fortunate, because any
hope of landing a job, something that I believed I had
every right to do and really wanted, was now fading
into the distance, barely a faint light fading slowly
into the bleak horizon.
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Yes, all seemed well. I was finally having some
fun or at least remembering what it felt like. Along
with this joy there was a sense of relief between us
after the continued low-level angst of the past
months. I have to say that everything was looking
up.
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dishonest use of meditation as a charade and cover
up for my slack work habits and retreat from the
outside world?
Shouldn’t I?
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using the weapon that she knew always really threw
me completely off center; silence. That destabilizing
force, the behavior that knocked me off balance, off
of the perch off of everything. Silence was my worst
nightmare, with no input to react to or markers to
read. It drove me crazy.
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right in those deep green eyes, no smile on my lips,
there would be no cocky attitude about meditation
this time, no little happy stories. I was going to come
clean damn it. Tell her about my struggles to. To.
To. To what?
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meditation in the chair and I guess, I am sorry, I
guess I just fell asleep. I was so tired.”
And that was it. It was pretty clear what had just
happened. If I didn’t do a better job of getting myself
together the delicate armistice between us would
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end. I knew that today’s use of meditation was an
emergency life-line that I couldn’t use again.
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As I neared the Cheeseboard, looking at the line
and dreading it, I came up with the first step. It was
time to face the facts, I had to step up my game.
The answer was obvious, I needed a meditation
cushion and a place to sit. If I was going to move
forward in meditation I had to learn to sit or at a
minimum find a place where it looked like I had been
sitting.
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faced.
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for a few moments, I could take a photo of myself
using the timer on and email it to her! That would do
it, I could get some credit out of this.
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top of the body that sort of looked like a clock. Yes
was a clock. The timer clock! I pushed it. Nothing
happened. Oh to go back to the simple manual days.
I started to play with the toggle wheel and then the
symbol changed. Then I pushed the exposure button
down and a chirping high-pitched noise emerged
from within the Nikon’s computerized mini-mind.
Eureka!
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think I was really into this. And that is what is
important. I had to let go of how dumb it looked to
and focus on the results. If I was going to do this the
half assed effort had to come to an end.
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She picked one up. “Cute,” she commented.
“And just what are these?”
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team owned the company) a call this week. Sure
enough when I did their reaction could not been
more positive. “Happy to hear from you. Yes heard
you left your former position. How is it going? What
have you been up to? Great. Yes, we are thinking
about hiring someone. Yes we should talk. Can we
have lunch next week?”
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some more. And as they were busy finishing the
remodel of their home they couldn’t give me a final
answer until next week. That seemed fine.
Reasonable. Sure. No big deal. Nothing to worry
about. Right?
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and quality of the oysters (never thought there were
so many kinds), local beers and new to me East coast
fish (haddock? Black cod?) all washed down with a
classic crisp tall necked bottle of the Loire’s finest
Muscadet. We had a great time walking back to our
hotel in the cold but clear winter evening. Forgot all
about the job until I woke up the next day and it
roared front and center into my cerebellum just as
my eyes opened.
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favorite personal down drafter. It felt so good going
down, nutty viscous and dry. Sure enough it came
back to bite me right in the ass later.
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local and hole in the wall, the call came in. Seeing
the Caller ID, I stepped outside into the cold
Massachusetts air between the smokers on the
sidewalk and listened for my fate in the cold morning
air.
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Wife knew I didn’t get the job before I even sat
down, it was inscribed on my face and etched into
my expression. “Bad news, huh” she asked quietly.
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Wife told her right off that I was in a horrible
mood (so true) as the word had come down that
morning about the job and it sure wasn’t good. I
begged off food shopping with them, something
completely out of character and no doubt not fair to
my daughter, but I was worthless at that point.
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I don’t know how long I stood there staring out
without purpose, it must have been for a good while,
until I stopped feeling so damn sorry for myself.
Either I had reached a crossroads or gotten bored.
Maybe both.
Finally this:
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believed was best for their company.
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white curtains of the room.
A hamburger.
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for the best. There is nothing, including the last
vestiges of customer service (that disappeared with
the 401(k) programs of the attendants) to interfere
with a good novel or magazine, your Ipod music
shuffle (from Monk to Dvorak to Muddy Waters) and
lots of time to just think without interruption.
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That combined with painful truth that I knew the next
one would be a long way off.
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I had come to that point in my life. I could not
get there from the here that I was now living.
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would be no chance of success. Without a regular
study of manful meditation, my attempt at creating
this practice would be as naked and exposed as the
sweaty, hairy and bare ass-crack of a fat man ready
to pass out during a hard work out.
Yuck.
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Consistent approach isn’t it? Wasting time, I
wondered…can you plan for spiritual success? Does
planning destroy the joy of exploration? Can you
plan creativity? Excitement? Stimulation? Or were
these just excuses I invoked whenever I stood at the
precipice of focused effort, little ADD flavored chirps
from the creative punk wannabe within.
2. The Goals?
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swore to stay away from the 40 channels of tempting
flickering TV images and to start the process now
with a 10-minute meditation. It was 3:40 pm West
Coast. Time to start.
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that meant hamburger. The effect was remarkable.
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and forth in an out of spicy peppery cole slaw, the
guilty pleasure of bbq potato chips and some savory
baked beans. Yes and and well, then I felt a pain, a
rumble, a powerful movement that pulled me right
out of the world of manful meditation and back to
seat 19B (yes sweetness had taken the window).
Ouch! This pain was real, it was no meditation.
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starting a new manful subject. And she would love
me all the more for it.
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Home Again.
(And again.)
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Men tend to run in packs. As such, it is not surprising
that our behavior patterns have turned out this way.
Look at the messages we receive in the ads we see.
Have you ever seen a beer ad (remember that beer
is one of the big rewards guys are presumed to look
forward to in order to enjoy themselves) that
features a solitary man dealing with the broken drive
belt on a washing machine, a leaking faucet or a
faulty gas valve on the backyard bbq? You don’t see
him finding that missing password on the email
account or fixing the router that is down before he
gets a cold one. Yet these are the everyday tasks of
the modern man. While this is the realm where we
do most of our work we receive no rewards for these
tasks except our own personal satisfaction.
Unfortunately, we come to believe that this alone is
never enough.
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Men are expected to hit the shot, the target, the
bulls- eye. When we succeed, it is assumed instead
of appreciated. Women, on the other hand, do a
much better job of letting us know when they want to
be recognized for success. And when they don’t
succeed, they are more accepting of their failures.
We just get ‘er done and if we don’t, say fuck it, if we
say anything at all.
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guy tasks has broadened beyond firing the back yard
grill on Sundays. It now includes cooking a mean
beef stew (if not a boeuf bourginon), knowing which
red to serve with it and how to make a passable
dessert. Ah but once again thoughts of food
overwhelm me and I immediately digress from the
moment at hand.
But hold the phone there was good news on the line
that particular morning. Instead of wandering back
into the double-edged sword of wandering the
Internet as I did so often, I chose another route. I
took action. The day witnessed a change in
behavior. The morning would turn out different. I
had a battle plan and now it was time to launch it, an
alternative to the continuous mild discomfort and
excess down time of the unemployed male. No more
talk about starting my meditation plan or outlining
what to do. It was time to start the mental engines.
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provide a structure for the day.
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-Bumpin on Sunset. Wes Montgomery. Just as funky
50(could it be?) years later. A guitar sound of his
own.
-Gone Baby Gone. Violent Femmes. Filthy.
Depraved. Love your dress.
-Angel Eyes Ella Fitzgerald w/ Frank Sinatra (live).
Two masters.
-Should I Stay Or Should I Go? The Clash (live). No
comment needed.
-Secrets. Eliane Elias. Smooth as a 25 year old Flor
De Cana Nicaraguan rum.
-What I See (Family guy) Randy Newman. Very
funny. Where did this come from?
-Breakdown (bootleg live) Tom Petty. Yes, everyone
sings along with Tom in California.
-Blame It on Yourself. Ivy. This breathy French girl is
just such a bitch? Yet he still can’t help himself from
wanting her.
-Superlungs. Donavan. The ultimate hippy singing a
b--track. about a 14 year old pot smoking girl.
-Rahde Krishna. DJ Chebb I Sabbah. Om meets hip in
trancelike grooves.
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staying upstairs to absorb the last of the morning sun
on the beige wool carpet. After shutting the door to
the mancave (why I thought, no one is here…)I sat
down, moved into a lotus (without thinking about
pain or worrying!), closed my eyes and began to
breathe. Time to implement the burger meditations.
So I started looking for them. Nothing happened.
Where were they? When would they come? What
was going to happen? My brain flooded with doubt.
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as nauseum. All of that sounded horrible and
contributed to my instinctive distrust of those
practices and thus Eastern thought.
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patties made from beef blended with ammonia
processed fat remnants that could barely be called
meat. Burgers full of saturated fat and sodium.
Others laced with e-coli that I couldn’t see but felt.
Frisbees made of fat and slat that destroyed societal
health in the name of providing cheap food at
unrealistically inexpensive prices subsidized by
government.
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my mind watched a shimmering ground meat
shwarma spit turning and turning in front of a fire for
what seemed like a very very long time.
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even though we don’t enjoy it, we love to eat them
too much to stop.
To quote:
Truth that.
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cooking. For our house, a real gastronomic event.
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amazing dishes whether eaten simple or
complicated, true food chameleons in our lives.
Chili Size
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ready and hot. In a baking dish arrange the patties.
Cover with chili and top with grated cheddar cheese.
Cook in hot oven until cheese has melted and is
bubbling. Top with chopped raw onions.
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Pass the turkey.
Fools.
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Both daughter and son made it home that year and
the house quickly regained the energy it had for so
many years as they grew up. While young adults
now, they still carried many of their brother and
sister habits intact in their expressions and mock
arguments which offered La Sweets and I a reminder
of days gone past.
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changes as we get older. For me, having our
children leave the home remains one of the most
difficult. This is made all the more clear when they
return for short times and then go. While we may
have the maturity and depth to understand that this
is normal and best for everyone and blah fucking
blah, I miss throwing them around the pool. I loved
being a parent and always will. Plain and simple.
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to be?
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build on my experience and keep me in touch with
the business world. Volunteer work, advice to
businesses, anything to keep me busy and out of the
house.
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uninspired. The white dog with brown ears raced
ahead oblivious to command and barked without
reason or control. The Ipod, eerily prescient of my
mood responded with a shuffle package that
matched the mood of the day, unfocused with tinges
of grey mixed in with moments of blue sky clarity
spiced with sparks of thunderous anger.
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-‘Where the Streets Have No Name’. U2, Joshua
Tree. Total alienation punctuated by the Edge’s
slashing guitar.
-‘Blues Man’, BB King, Blues on the Bayou. So the
session ends with a true blues Buddha, at home with
himself and his music. At peace in the world, all
honey and molasses in his voice picking his notes
with love. When we saw him in concert he played
less and talked a lot and poked fun at himself for
doing so.
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just won’t shut up.
“Chop an onion”.
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So I let my meditation joyously fly off into the world
of these beautiful and oft misunderstood humble
orbs. At first I visualized various onions. My thoughts
moved through images of onions of all sizes, from
brown to red and then to white. Then the round
onions became deep red long torpedoes that
morphed into green leeks, brown shallots and finally
green scallions. I saw bins full of white cippolinis,
brown Maui sweets and Walla Wallas. The
meditation ended with a series of visions of raised
beds of perfectly arranged chives, bright green
threads poking out from the soil as beautiful to me as
any rose or tulip as their bright purple flowers
emerged. I felt better already.
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On the third day of meditation I gently moved the
onions from the cutting board and into the frying
pan. Heard the gentle popping noise as the hot oil
beings it’s work. Witnessed the miraculous
transformation occurs as the smelly fiery onion is
slowly transformed into a golden brown sweet mass.
Saw the heat breaking down the sugars in the onion
and bringing them to surface, caramelizing the
formerly evil bulb. Then I lost discipline and moved
the cooked onions onto a bun draped over a perfectly
grilled Italian sausage in a long bun. So what. I let
the mind wander freely. I let the onion wherever it
wants to go.
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featured a guest appearance by someone who hadn’t
invaded my thoughts in years.
Ingredients;
4 good sized onions of your choice.
4 cups stock, chicken is fine but beef is better.
1 slice of stale bread per serving.
Grated gruyere cheese. Any good melting cheese
can be substituted such
Lots of Olive Oil.
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browned onions and cook for a minimum of 5
minutes on medium heat. The longer you cook the
better.
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The Colors Purple
Authors note:
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of yoga stretches, noticing a strange burning
sensation in my palms during downward dogs, and
headed home after cutting my walk in half. I was
eager to get back to the mancave, close the door
and sit down to ponder manful subjects to meditate
about. Closing my eyes I opened my heart and soul
to find further inspiration in the manful meditation
journey. I left a paper and pad out just in case I did.
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There, in my mind’s eye, was a shining clear wine
glass. Examining at the wine glass in my mind I
grasped several messages. First, it was empty. I
knew it would not be the case for long. Second it
was large, with a grand broad bowl, long stem and
wide base. Yes, this manful meditation carried a
prohibition revealed in the shape of the wine glass.
You cannot have a manful meditation that is focused
on a glass of white wine. Now some of you may not
agree but this guy can’t see it as hard as he tries to
peer within. Can’t do it. Just can’t.
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chicken, (“come on Essau, drink it, I dare you’) or
was he trying to impress a babe? That was a manful
moment to ponder.
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of business done. We loved the small ethnic
restaurants throughout the Mission and Portrero Hill
enjoying countless delicious bowls of Pho or Udon as
well as plates of Pupusas rice and beans or enormous
burritos on 24th street. As a result, eating home
alone had been very difficult at first. Not only was I
bored, I got hungry early ate quickly to get it over in
under 5 minutes and moved on as fast as I could.
Bad for my digestion and spirit.
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did think about it and more often than not, I did.
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picked a ripe cabernet grape and ate it. Felt the
acidity of a young grape in my mouth, the crunch of
the seeds between my teeth.
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‘I get a corkscrew and open the bottle slowly, watch
the cork slide out of the bottle. No dry cork here no
rot; just the purple crystals at the bottom of the cork
and the smell of earth and grapes. I wipe the top of
the bottle clean.
I look at the wine, from the top of the glass and then
from the side. Look at its color. Is it dense or light,
do the reds run to purple or even hints of dark blue?
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I raise the glass and take a deep but not
overwhelming pull and fill my mouth. My mind tastes
the wine from the perspective of pleasure not a
contest of snobbery or predetermined results. There
are no hidden labels or agendas, no score sheets, no
one to impress. This is all about the grape.
This one was all about flavor and body. They roared.
Apricots honey pineapples botrytis fruit smoke all in
one golden sticky gooey taste thick yet not syrupy it
gives the word nectar meaning. That was a mantra.
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That afternoon I hit the kitchen inspired by the red
wine visions of the past weeks, there was only one
dish to make.
Ingredients:
Technique.
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chopped spices. Simmer for 3 to 4 hours on
low/medium heat.
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The continuing oil shortage
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of holiday soldiering on into the evening. No songs
tonight, no celebration no wondering just why we
would be frying potato pancakes in a home where we
fried virtually no food at all. No dreidl, no chocolate
gelt coins, just us.
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disappointment. Of what could have been, not what
was.
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latkes and brisket without much thought or energy.
I couldn’t help but love the story even with the
religious terrorist overtones, you know Semitic guys
in the desert rebelling against the state and all that.
The miracle felt so right and couldn’t we all use a
miracle these days with the state of the economy?
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a good dose of personal bravery for leavening and in
their thinking, your eternal birth and rebirth as icing
on the cake. I wasn’t at all sure about that last part
but it reassured me to think that this core guiding
principle ran deep in other cultures. And more than
that, it resonated with what I wanted to do in my life.
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Salt
Paprika
Brown Sugar
A covered baking dish, preferably that oblong old
blue metal one that your mom used to use.
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One of the most underappreciated American
songwriters delivers a brutal vision of a failed love.
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Christmas Grilled
Authors note:
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reinforce the reality, she ain’t quite right. Now that
is not to say that she has ever bit anyone and that
she isn’t a saint around us. Like most rescues she
knows where the meal is coming from and pays close
attention to protecting those that feed her. And that
is the problem, she is very territorial, making sure
that anyone that comes in the door, friend or foe, is
greeted with a growl that implies trouble until you
notice that she is wagging her tail hoping for
affection at the same time. Consistently confusing
behavior.
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worked on the mess, cleaning the carpet while white
dog seemed to burrow deeper and deeper into her
sleeping pillow knowing that something was wrong.
Her digestive issues would continue for some time. In
fact, these morning surprises would last a week
before her system reestablished itself and they
became quite an issue until she simply got better.
As the 8th day of Chanukah ended so did her upset
stomach.
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Not at our house.
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family friends in San Francisco always featured a
variety of excellent champagne, vintage red wines
(California Cabs or 1st growth Bordeaux) and aged
ports that I would happily bury myself in. We had a
wonderful time each and every year that lasted right
until I woke up the next day to the sounds of
Christmas songs.
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exclamation that was loud, angry and full of
expletives. And then, obviously without thinking, I
picked up the slipper that was covered with loose
brown shit and threw it at the poor dog who sat there
stunned for a bare moment and then took off at full
speed for safety. I missed.
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earlier or was I just imagining the man that I saw in
that mirror. Because that man was my father. The
vision shook me.
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swings on the other.
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moving rapidly downhill from price to need to
slickness to how I was just fine working out in my
sweats. That shut the joy down and somewhere Dad
was up in the heavens giving me an attaboy.
I kept the yoga pants but took the shirt back. Poor
behavior aside, it was ugly.
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Run Run Rudolph. Chuck Berry. And don’t look
back, the man is crazy.
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Chapter 30
New Year’s and New Resolve
With the classic resolve that the day after New Year’s
brings, I was ready to start manful meditations once
again. One change I noticed immediately, I looked
forward to doing it. For the first time that I could
remember I was happy when the femme who works
so hard left the house running late the day as always
leaving a trail of toothpaste remnants, makeup and a
½ full coffee cup behind her. I was ready to hit the
computer and reload my mental health calendar. To
get back into exploring the manful meditations that
had helped me to progress towards, towards,,,,,well
towards something that felt a lot better than where I
had been. Now if only I could define just what that
something was….but no dwelling on that today.
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health calendar to review my progress to date in the
manful meditation journey. The answer I came to
was quick and fairly obvious, I hadn’t made much
progress at all. Some good weeks and then adrift
again. So I sat there and waited for inspiration to
help me populate the calendar with some new
manful subject. None came. I waited some more.
Same result.
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The manful mediation that followed was swift, steady
and frankly a blast. My thoughts ran easy and free
as I reflected on BBQ’s, their role in mandom, my life,
and how much I loved them.
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carcinogens….you had to wonder.
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these bad boys, they stand on their own. I will salt
and pepper them later as they rest.
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dry rubs and sauces. La Sweets wonders why I am
so happy this week even though it is the dead of
winter and the dead of job search. I smile inwards,
all is well, the inner fire glows brightly but does not
burn.
1/4 oz paprika
1/2 oz salt
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Worshiping At The Supreme Temple.
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evening. A consultant can drink from the cup but
rarely finishes it, he can date forever but never
marries.
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the other aspect of consultancy that drove me nuts.
I never realized just how much energy I had until I
started working on other people’s projects. They
lacked the urgency that I did and toning down my
natural desire to push forward now to respect their
slow pace was challenging to say the least. Didn’t
they get it? Where was their desire? Where was the
fire in their bellies, shit, it was their business and I
was more excited about it then they were!
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totally out of character on that count. I tore the NY
times and threw the dishes in the sink. I was eager to
be into a meditation. And when I did, without much
effort or direction thank you very much, I opened my
mind and heart to the things that I loved.
Sports.
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complaint. Do we just shut down? Why is this bad
entertainment acceptable?
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massive bear like man with a fu-Manchu moustache
and a larger than life presence. Beck, the first relief
pitcher to perfect the intimidating combination of
death glare and dead arm swing (may his soul rest in
peace).
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throws to first. He starts the perfect double play.
People around me are crying holy tears of joy.
(*it is important that if you are a Giants fan that your meditation stop
here before the pain of the ghostly spirit of Solomon Torres appears
poisons your now pure thoughts as your recall just how this year
ends…)
That is wisdom.
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12 buns
12 sausages
24 beers
6 friends
Onions
Bell peppers
Garlic
Sauerkraut.
Dill pickle relish.
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I hear you Vin Scully.
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imagine yourself behind the stacked bodies of your
0-line as the ball is hiked. Set your own stage. You
can be a 12-year old realizing his talent for the first
time or Brett Favre at any point in his career (except
last season with the Jets, don’t go there it will only
lead to pain). Have you set the stage?
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fear being tackled, block this out of your mind at all
costs.
Exercise 2:
Enjoying the game
Exercise 2a
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Being there
(Walking in the presence of the gods).
Watching the game on TV
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Exercise 2b
Inside your mind:
Listening to the game on the radio
Exercise 2c
Sitting still
Reading the sports section
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every day. You love your sports section and when
you are traveling you read every word of any sports
section you can get your hands on.
Exercise 3
The luck of the draw.
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from Las Vegas to Monte Carlo to Biloxi. You pick
the spot. If you don’t like the casino atmosphere,
you can imagine a game of blackjack with your fellow
manfulness students.
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people around you, see yourself and go there.
Exercise 4
Riding the perfect wave
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is part of the exercise. Look behind and watch the
waves as they approach. Wait for a nicely formed
wave to come near you and hold the board flat. Start
to paddle and as the wave approaches you begin to
move.
Exercise 5
Build You Own
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Pick a sport that you excelled at or that you love.
Take yourself back to a sports moment that was not
provoked in the previous 4 exercises. It could be
little league or Pop Warner football, it could be
shooting hoops in 7th grade behind the garage. Take
yourself on a long run that you loved or a bike ride
that you know so well. Find a moment of power and
breakthrough, then one of speed and grace.
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by the way you should read on later because these
exercises will help you choosing meals in the future).
Anyway, now git.
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Exercise 3
Ultimate Sandwich
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flow into a variety of condiments, even ones that you
might not normally use, the mental grocery store is
open for business after all. Or if you are just not that
imaginative get the mayo and French’s yellow. If you
are, think salsas, pestos, And everyone have the salt
pepper vinegar (red or white) and olive oil ready.
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the beauty on a plate. Get some chips if you want or
some cole slaw and sit down someplace comfortable.
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Hummus in Pita. Anyone who has traveled in
the mid east knows the love of fresh pita stuffed with
creamy olive oil tinged hummus, pickled vegetables,
salad maybe some chopped tomatoes.
Exercise 3
Ice Cream Sundae
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The choice is yours, coffee, chocolate, let your mind
wander.
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The banana split.
The dame blanche (if you have had one you
know).
Black and Tan.
Ice cream sandwich and the variety of
meditations within this mandala of pleasure as the
mind floats from flavor of cookie to type of ice cream
and infinite possibilities that are created.
Root Beer Float.
Apple pie a la mode.
Exercise 5
Perfectly Formed Mandala
Pizza!
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may wish the deep dish Chicago style others yearn
for the crisp thin dough of Italy or maybe the flavor
of a pizza they knew in New York. Got a pizza in
mind? Good.
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thoughts to the best pizza parlor in the neighborhood
and get ready to slice it up. Now eat.
Exercise 6
First ripe peach of the summer.
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of fruit of your choice. Where does the fruit of your
dreams lie? Something simple like a crisp apple or
maybe a slice of cantaloupe, right out of the fridge,
cold and crisp never mushy an perfectly sweet. Pick
the fruit, how you would like to eat it and where and
go.
Exercise 7
Optional Guides
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What you are thankful for
Some kind of role for the son
Home too long. Much too long.
Meditation for the weeks leading up?
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world that we know as a man is a holy place. Every
waking moment that is spent in a manful state is a
blessed one. Manfulness is a perfectly balanced
state of mind and body, something to be revered and
celebrated.*
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guy sleeping next to you.
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gave it up last night in the 9th inning and worse yet,
how much money you lost.
What do you tell her? You tell her that you are
meditating. You are bettering yourself. The result?
You are golden. She loves you. She walks away
feeling whole. The entire scene has changed. Done a
180. But the truth? You could have been asleep. You
probably were asleep. You might have been thinking
about a cold one or a slice of pizza. Your mind could
be anywhere. Period. You could be thinking about
anything, anything at all. You can.
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Learn them well and they will guide you during
moments of personal difficulty. They will bring you
joy where there was pain, slack where there was
tension. They are the coder pins of the manfull
experience, the silicon lube that frees the rusty
mental hinges. Without them, your journey into
manfullness will resemble that of Richard Simmons
instead of Sean Connery
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Now there are those amongst you who really
don’t care about your own journey. Go ahead and
skip the next four chapters. I don’t recommend it.
Those of you who study the road to manfullness will
understand the journey that I took and get much
more meaning out of it.
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Manful Meditations are designed to make
meditation fun. Betcha’ didn’t expect to see those
two words in a row.
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So what will happen? In the next chapters you
will find a group of beginning meditation exercises
divided by subject. Read and practice these groups
of meditation exercises in order, don’t deviate from
the groups. They become progressively more
difficult to focus on and don’t skip ahead.
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Tiger Woods put, right in the hole easy as pie.
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After an exercise is completed it is crucial to
remember to do it again until it has been digested
you are ready to head to another. The more times
the better. Remember friends, this is a practice, not
a novel. Put this guide down and pick it up as you
need. If this book doesn’t look beaten when you
finish it we haven’t done our job.
** The author did not intend that this book be a substitute for the brilliance of
thousands of years of Eastern thought. Quite the contrary. This text celebrates
meditation in a new and non-traditional way that is focused upon the lives of
contemporary men. Those seeking more traditional texts to supplement their studies
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should refer to those books in the recommended reading section at any time.
Chapter 13.
My journey within
Finding the path
Chapter 14
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consciousness of the inner bartender, as the quality
of the meditation improves so will the quality of the
drinks at the house.
Exercise 1
Oh blessed cold one
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on the table, alone naked empty.
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If the pour makes you happy then end here and
start again for your 10 and 20 breath cycles.
Exercise 2
The perfect glass of red wine
.
Exercise 3
The Margarita.
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are in control.
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Cover with the strainer. Shake and swirl.
Exercise 4
Cool calm collected, the Martini.
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beloved receptacle, the vessel of this meditation, the
martini glass. Now meditate upon the freezer where
it waits, cold yet clear. Waiting.
Exercise 5
Exploring the wide world of drinks
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special. Some suggestions include:
Exercise 6
The state of being drunk
(and then alas hungover)
THIS NEEDS WORK OR TO BE MOVED.
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back to a moment when you were drunk. The setting
and what it was that you drank that day or evening.
But when finishing the meditation take a moment to
look at the choice you made and just how it came to
pass that you wound up having that extra one too
many.
NOW PAUSE.
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And the others that you skipped, can you figure out
why?
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ne over 20 different exercises and if you have
meditated an average of times on each that is 100
guided meditation exercises. And it wasn’t bad at all
was it.
Women.
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lost. Amen to that.
Exercise 1
The holy of holies
A woman’s butt**
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perfect butt. And as with all of the meditations in
this group 5, beauty is truly in the mind of the
beholder.
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**This exercise is dedicated with deepest respect to the high priest of
holy butt mediation, the “general” of Panama City and David who first
shared this ancient manful mantra with me.
Exercise 2
When is a pear not a pear?
A melon not a melon?
The perfect breast
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Think of the moment that a perfect pair emerges
from underneath a tight white shirt, or that moment
when you reach behind her back and unhook her bra
and it falls free. They are there in all of their beauty
for you to look at.
Exercise 3
First kiss.
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under layer upon layer of memories and time. So for
this meditation you can focus on your first kiss or
should you wish, the first kiss that meant something.
Your choice, the instructions for this manful
mediation are the same.
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Exercise 4
Mountains rising in the distance:
The first girl who really got you hot.
Exercise 5
Climbing the peaks of joy
The Best lover of your life.
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learned to easily guide yourself through the basic
group. Climbing this peak will show you why.
Exercise 6
Making a woman come
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and maybe something they don’t like to focus on.
The question for that reader is this: Why not? This
meditation begins with a frank chat with yourself
about your partner and how you feel when you make
her come.
Exercise 7
Masturbation
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and read on.
First time.
First time you got caught.
What you masturbated about.
Exercise 8.
Isn’t something missing?
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own risk.
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Chapter 11
Manful Meditations
Beginning Exercises Group 6
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When he was about to pass by the front of the car,
he looked right at me and said “Wow Mister, that is a
really cool car”.
Exercise 1
Lion’s roar of the downshift.
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felt, the seats, the key and the sound that it made
when you started it. Take a moment to let your gaze
move around the car, remember its colors, its beauty
and perhaps its damage or faults. Remember the
sound that it made when idling.
Exercise 2
Your first ride
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to the first car the you purchased. That’s right,
probably the biggest amount of money that you had
ever spent to that moment and maybe the first time
you went seriously into debt.
What kind of car was it? How much did you pay?
Did you have trouble getting it home? Let your mind
get behind that wheel again and remember what it
meant to you to have your first set of wheels.
Exercise 3
Waxing your car
Exercise 4
Bikes (powered and not)
Exercise 5
DYI
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Many men experience some of their first manful
meditations without knowing while engaged in this
manful moment, fixing their car. At the same time,
these moments are knows for the quixotic ability to
move from deep concentration to outbursts of
extreme anger in the blink of any eye.
Chapter 12
Beginning Meditations Group 7
Working for the almighty dollar
(Career & Business)
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Chapter 13
Beginning Group 8
Exercise 1
The first song you ever loved.
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back to the moment when it overwhelmed you.
Where were you? In a child hood bedroom, at a
concert, in a car?
First concert.
A footnote.
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miss
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Chapter 14
Guy Stuff
A perfect shave.
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Chapter 15
Oil stains in your driveway
Is this working?
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efforts, but the odds are long that no matter how
long you scrub the driveway with whatever chemical
crap the salesman at the car parts store sold you
they aren’t going away.
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least you can spend all the time you want focused on
what interests you the most. That is a step in the
right direction and you are more relaxed. That is
progress!
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There is no way that you can do this too much or
too often. You will find that as the benefits of your
practice grow the amount of time that you spend
meditating will as well.
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Chapter 15
Advanced Practice
The basics
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Chapter 16.
Life and death moments.
We are entering,
We are leaving the building.
Exercise 1
The birth of your first son.
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day. This isn’t a test; imagination can take a role
here.
Exercise 2.
Putting the ring on your wife’s finger for the first time
(getting married).
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and equal amounts of anxiety if it hasn’t. And it
doesn’t get better the second time, just different.
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regretfully another meditation that follows; break up.
Exercise 3
Your father’s eulogy.
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mom finally sat down and stopped working the crowd
he looked over the assembly milking the moment.
He paused for a what seemed like a long time and
began in a calm deep voice. “Harry Kragen was a
difficult man.” This was the nicest thing that he
could say. That is where he started my father’s
eulogy for me. Where will your father’s begin?
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do it again. Repeat it several times. Did the eulogy
change? Did you discover something that you might
have left out the first time through?
Exercise 4.
Mom
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least 10 times. She is or was worth it, wasn’t she?
Keep this meditation handy, it is a reminder of how
important mom is to manful meditation practice.
** There may be many men that are out there struggling to deal with a
lot of anger over the lack of those moments in their lives. Dig deep.
You will find one where she was there for you in a way that no one else
could ever be. Don’t let the bitterness of what she was not take that
moment of meditation away. A manful mediation forgives his mother
no matter what she did.
Your career
Children
Anger
Fear
Sadness
Apology
Random
Pet
Relative
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Friend
Material goods
Chapter 17
Advance Practice
NOW.
Exercise 1
Exercise 2
Exercise 3.
Where do you want to be in 1 year, 3 years and 5.
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There are several aspects to this mediation, put the 1
3 and 5 year goals on each.
Mentally?
Exercise 4.
Chapter 17
Places
Urban
Nature
Foreign
Where you were born
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present and your future. While not as much ‘fun’ as
the first group they allow you to harness the power
of manful meditation to effect change in your life.
Add:
Add:
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The first time you met your wife (or current “other”).
The worst break up.
Something that you did that you are proud of.
Something you did that you want to forget.
Something that you are ashamed of
Now here comes the best part. Spend the rest of the
mediation forgiving yourself. That’s right, forgive
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yourself. Stay there until you are ready to end the
exercise.
Also possible:
Fixing shit
Mechanical functions
Solving a puzzle
A great book
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Your dead tomato plants why does a garden fail?
The environment
Great public Places inside
Great public Places outside
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This won’t be a meditation about sibling and money.
That is too much work for a single mediation
exercise and carries the potential to destroy all
progress made by the reader to date. Always toxic
and rarely a happy ending.
Family
Happiness
Love
Forgiveness
Masturbation
A dream
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Scraping the belly of the serpent.
Shame.
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Chapter 15
Into Infinity (and beyond).
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we must be comfortable with this all penguins
marching on.
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thinking and non-thinking meditations in the future.
It’s one big mental tool box for you to use, choose
the one that fits your life needs today and it doesn’t
work go back to the box and get another.
Thank yous.
Family
Flo Olivia and Mark.
Brothers in arms
Mark, Fred, Mitchell, Michael and Ron.
And thanks to Marc Lesser, for teaching me how to
bring mindfulness and acceptance in to my world.
Key phrases:
Bodhisattva
Liberation
Wisdom
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Beauty
Fear
Compassion
Concentration
Constant
Team
Feelings
Perceptions
Mental state
“Imagine that you have ditched your laptop and turned off your
smartphone. You are beyond the reach of YouTube, Facebook, e-
mail, text messages. You are in a Twitter-free zone, sitting in a
taxicab with a copy of “Rapt,” a guide by Winifred Gallagher to the
science of paying attention.
The book’s theme, which Ms. Gallagher chose after she learned she
had an especially nasty form of cancer, is borrowed from the
psychologist William James: “My experience is what I agree to
attend to.” You can lead a miserable life by obsessing on problems.
You can drive yourself crazy trying to multitask and answer every
e-mail message instantly.
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productive during his cab ride, you can’t do anything productive
during yours.
“It takes a lot of your prefrontal brain power to force yourself not to
process a strong input like a television commercial,” said Dr.
Desimone, the director of the McGovern Institute for Brain Research
at M.I.T. “If you’re trying to read a book at the same time, you may
not have the resources left to focus on the words.”
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Dr. Desimone and colleagues report progress in using this
“optogenetic” technique in monkeys.
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“People don’t understand that attention is a finite resource, like
money,” she said. “Do you want to invest your cognitive cash on
endless Twittering or Net surfing or couch potatoing? You’re
constantly making choices, and your choices determine your
experience, just as William James said.”
During her cancer treatment several years ago, Ms. Gallagher said,
she managed to remain relatively cheerful by keeping in mind
James’s mantra as well as a line from Milton: “The mind is its own
place, and in itself/ Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.”
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machine by a scientist wishing to test physiological
functions during deep meditation. The scientist said -
"Very good Sir. The machine shows that you are able
to go very deep in brain relaxation, and that
validates your meditation". "No", said the Lama,
"This (pointing to his brain) validates the machine!".
These days it is commonly understood to mean some
form of spiritual practice where one sits down with
eyes closed and empties the mind to attain inner
peace, relaxation or even an experience of God.
Some people use the term as "my gardening is my
meditation" or for jogging or art or music, hence
creating confusion or misunderstanding.
The word meditation, is derived from two Latin words
: meditari(to think, to dwell upon, to exercise the
mind) and mederi (to heal). Its Sanskrit derivation
'medha' means wisdom.
Many years ago meditation was considered
something just not meant for modern people, but
now it has become very popular with all types of
people. Published scientific and medical evidence
has proved its benefits, but it still needs to be much
understood.
Traditionally, the classical yoga texts, describe that
to attain true states of meditation one must go
through several stages. After the necessary
preparation of personal and social code, physical
position, breath control, and relaxation come the
more advanced stages of concentration,
contemplation, and then ultimately absorption. But
that does not mean that one must perfect any one
stage before moving onto the next. The Integral yoga
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approach is simultaneous application of a little of all
stages together.
Commonly today, people can mean any one of these
stages when they refer to the term meditation. Some
schools only teach concentration techniques, some
relaxation, and others teach free form contemplative
activities like just sitting and awaiting absorption.
Some call it meditation without giving credence to
yoga for fear of being branded 'eastern'. But yoga is
not something eastern or western as it is universal in
its approach and application.
With regular practice of a balanced series of
techniques, the energy of the body and mind can be
liberated and the quality of consciousness can be
expanded. This is not a subjective claim but is now
being investigated by the scientists and being shown
by an empirical fact
Further Reading
"Rapt: Attention and the Focused Life." Winifred Gallagher.
Penguin Press, 2009.
"Driving fast-spiking cells induces gamma rhythm and
controls sensory responses." J. A. Cardin, M. Carlén, K.
Meletis, U. Knoblich, F. Zhang, K. Deisseroth, L.H. Tsai,
C.Moore. Nature, 2009.
"Millisecond-Timescale Optical Control of Neural Dynamics
in the Nonhuman Primate Brain." X. Han,X. Qian,J.G.
Bernstein,H. Zhou, G.T. Franzesi,P. Stern,R.T. Bronson,A.M.
Graybiel,R. Desimone, E.S. Boyden. Neuron, 2009.
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Thesaurus Holy
Journey
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take wing; migrate, emigrate; trek; rove, prowl, roam, range,
patrol, pace up and down, traverse; scour the country, traverse
the country; peragrate; circumambulate, perambulate;
nomadize, wander, ramble, stroll, saunter, hover, go one's
rounds, straggle; gad, gad about; expatiate., walk, march, step,
tread, pace, plod, wend, go by shank's mare; promenade;
trudge, tramp; stalk, stride, straddle, strut, foot it, stump,
bundle, bowl along, toddle; paddle; tread a path., take horse,
ride, drive, trot, amble, canter, prance, fisk, frisk, caracoler,
caracole; gallop (move quickly) [more]., peg on, jog on, wag on,
shuffle on; stir one's stumps; bend one's steps, bend one's
course; make one's way, find one's way, wend one's way, pick
one's way, pick one's way, thread one's way, plow one's way;
slide, glide, coast, skim, skate; march in procession, file on,
defile., go to, repair to, resort to, hie to, betake oneself to
Thesaurus:
Holy
Calm
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are out of your control.
A loser
In our studies together, I am reminded of the
tale of our brother Timothy and his recent visit to my
sacred space. As Timothy spoke to me from the floor
of my garage in the advanced holy lying down
position, his spine completely straight against the
cold concrete floor, his eyes focused on the spider
webs on the ceiling, he began to tell me the story
that I will share with you.
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“A powerful one. Last night I came home from a
restful spiritual retreat. A glorious night shooting
pool over smooth green felt, drinking holy liquid
perfection itself, perfectly poured glasses of 12-
ounce lager beers with white foam heads as beautiful
as the ocean itself.
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Tim had found the joy of the peaceful inner
space of manfullness. Yes he and his brothers had
been meditating that evening. They were immersed
in the inner beauty of the pool hall, the deep green of
the felt, the strange spine tingling sense of chalking
the pool cue, the curl of the back spin as they struck
the smooth circular pool ball precisely below its
center. Together they breathed in the sweet smell of
sawdust and beer and they were pious men as they
drank the long sweet spirit of the holy bar.
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meditations with his wife and she was happy. And
the slept together at peace!
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