“The Trauma of Diagnosis”
Many years ago, the Immigration Department required me to provide a routine chest X-ray. I went to the X-ray department at the prestigious hospital where I was employed and had the X-ray taken. The next day
Many years ago, the Immigration Department required me to provide a routine chest X-ray. I went to the X-ray department at the prestigious hospital where I was employed and had the X-ray taken. The next day
The ultimate test of every act of creativity: Does it help you to enthusiastically, passionately, whole-heartedly and gratefully Embrace all your life? This, I believe, is the basic Purpose of all the arts—and thus should be
Throughout the ages music has been associated with mothering. The first sounds the baby hears are those of his mother - her breathing, her pulse and of course her voice transmitted to him through his watery
I believe if a person could spend his whole waking time being aware of his hara – as is taught in some Eastern religions - his life would be so different. He’d always have his own
The basic problem of all existence, the root cause of all human suffering, is alienation from the mother. She was the whole world to us - the source of all love, and the cause of all
So many people complain, “But I did the affirmation. I can’t understand why the problem is still there!” If the affirmation is performed in a desultory manner, the effect will be quite short-lived—in fact, it may
The word altruism was coined relatively recently, by Auguste Comte in 1858, from the Latin, alter (other). To me the essence of healing is altruism. The more I can surrender my ego, give up any self-centered
“Composing,” the composer proclaimed, “is creating within restraints.” And I did hear it right: restraints! I have always believed that more restraints mean less creativity. Creativity comes from the Muse, and It must be free to
It has been said that muscles have memories. And no muscles have more memories than the external muscles that control the tongue. Every negative emotion that has afflicted us throughout our lives, it seems, is held
Lenny, the giant of a man in Steinbeck’s novel Of Mice and Men had a pet mouse that he kept in his pocket. Although he loved it – or apparently loved it – he stroked it