Chocolate is Good for You – or What to Eat for Peak Performance.

Eat what you like and pay attention to how your body responds. Then make any changes, or decide to carry on as before. No point in stressing out over what you eat, is there?

If you get diarrhea, constipation, IBS or bloating, try cutting out something (wheat, dairy, gluten, oil, red meat, coffee, chocolate) for five days: just one thing at a time. If that doesn’t work, try adding something (hard-boiled eggs, red meat, coffee, chocolate.) If that doesn’t work change your drinking habit. Then think about how long you’ve had the diarrhea, constipation, IBS, bloating, and what was going on in your life when it started. If none of the above work for you then either put up with it cheerfully or go to the doctor.

Power Food: Grapefruit, Blueberries, Avocado, Bananas, Strawberries, Mangos, Peaches, Plums, Cherries, Steak, Salmon, Eggs, Cucumbers, Celery, Mushrooms, Red Peppers, Spinach, Tomatoes, Watercress, fresh vegetables, cereals. We have pointed teeth (canines) for tearing meat, sharp teeth (incisors) for cutting fruit and vegetables, and molars for grinding cereals.

Chocolate is good for you. It stimulates the thymus gland that looks after your immune system. It makes you feel happy. Feeling happy is energizing. The thymus is related to joy: large in kids it shrinks as we get older and more grumpy. In young soldiers – average age 19 – killed in battle in Vietnam, the thymus had atrophied. It doesn’t like stress.
Bupa suggests taking extra care to include the right vitamins and minerals in your diet during times of stress. Personally I’d suggest making it a habit! Sad that Kellogg’s is laying off workers because demand for breakfast cereals has fallen: people like to eat breakfast ‘on the go’ nowadays.
Folic acid and vitamin B can lower the levels of homocysteine, a toxic amino acid found in your blood which can cause depression. Foods such as wholegrain cereals, fruits and vegetables are rich in vitamins and minerals, including vitamin B and folic acid, and not forgetting vitamin D, as a deficiency in this vitamin is connected to depression and seasonal affective disorder.

How much should I eat?
As much as you like – and pay attention to how your body responds. Then make any changes, or decide to carry on as before. No point in stressing out over how much you eat.
‘Being overweight can increase the temperature of the testicles through the formation of fat deposits in the groin area, but can also increase the level of estrogen circulating in the body,’ warns Dr Allan Pacey, senior lecturer in andrology at the University of Sheffield’s Academic Unit of Reproductive and Developmental Medicine. ‘Both of these will make the testicles work less efficiently. In general if men have a BMI greater than 30, they are three times more likely to be sub-fertile. However, there is no evidence that losing weight will improve matters – that study hasn’t yet been done.’

Raw vs Cooked?
Well, the truth is, when you eat raw food your body has to cook it. That uses energy. Obviously some food is better eaten raw: fruit and salads for example. Otherwise, let your cooker do the cooking while you save your energy for eating, digesting and eliminating – why do you think you sometimes feel a bit tired after eating?

How should I cook for Peak Performance?
The debate goes on about microwave vs fire. A recent study (again!) by Harvard Medical School has brought some interesting comparisons, for example ‘…as a general proposition, cooking with a microwave probably does a better job of preserving the nutrient content of foods because the cooking times are shorter.’

Boil, steam or fry? This depends on what you’re cooking. Again, from the same Harvard Study: ‘As far as vegetables go, cooking them in water robs them of some of their nutritional value because the nutrients leach out into the cooking water. For example, boiled broccoli loses glucosinolate, the sulfur-containing compound that may give the vegetable its cancer-fighting properties as well as the taste that many find distinctive and some, disgusting. The nutrient-rich water from boiled vegetables can be salvaged and incorporated into sauces or soups.

Is steaming vegetables better? In some respects, yes. For example, steamed broccoli holds on to more glucosinolate than boiled or fried broccoli.

But this is nutrition, and nothing in nutrition is simple. Italian researchers published results in 2008 of an experiment comparing three cooking methods — boiling, steaming, and frying — and the effect they had on the nutritional content of broccoli, carrots, and zucchini. Boiling carrots actually increased their carotenoid content, while steaming and frying reduced it. Carotenoids are compounds like lutein, which may be good for the eyes, and beta carotene. One possible explanation is that it takes longer for vegetables to get tender when they’re steamed, so the extra cooking time results in more degradation of some nutrients and longer exposure to oxygen and light.

But let’s not get too lost in the details. Vegetables, pretty much any way you prepare them, are good for you, and most of us don’t eat enough of them.
You can read the full Harvard report (and those for everything else I’ve quoted) by clicking on the links in the References & Resources.

Drink?
Drink what you like, pay attention to how your body responds. Make changes, or carry on. No point in stressing. Ignore the fallacy that you need to drink 2 liters of water every day: how big are you? What kind of work do you do? What sport do you play? Drink when you’re thirsty: when the moisture level in your body drops ten per cent, you feel thirsty. Then’s the time to drink.
If you drink too much the excess fluid can be absorbed into your tissues. I had a friend who lost 3 kilos in three months just by changing his drinking habit from ten mugs of tea a day to ten cups.

The bad news for men is that alcohol has an immediate effect on sperm count. The good news? ‘Giving your body a significant break from alcohol can quickly correct the situation. Even if you are a heavy drinker, cutting out the sauce completely for six months will restore fertility to normal levels.
‘A heavy social drinking session will temporarily reduce your sperm count and regular heavy drinking damages the tubes that carry semen, reduces motility and increases the numbers of abnormal sperm cells,’ warns a spokesperson at The Bridge Centre. ‘Giving up alcohol completely for three to six months can, on its own, be sufficient to restore fertility if you drink heavily and have been doing so for some time.’’

What about Drugs?
Up to You. But let’s remember: ‘Cannabis leads to a lowered sperm count and an increase in abnormal sperm. Smoking one joint lowers testosterone levels for up to 36 hours. Cocaine negatively affects sperm motility and inhibits fertilization. Anabolic steroids may boost sex drive in the short term but, in the long term, they have the opposite effect and can cause a significant drop in sperm count.’
Pay attention to how your body responds. Make changes, or carry on. No point in stressing.

Smoking?
Well, you can fill your bloodstream with toxins from smoking, or from feeling guilty about it. Here’s from Bupa: ‘Smoking causes serious health problems, many of them life-threatening. In the UK more than 100,000 people die each year from smoking-related diseases – this means about half of all regular smokers will die because of their addiction.’

We all have to die of something. The Taoists maintain that everybody is entitled to one hundred years of healthy life. Watch this space – I’ll let you know.

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Facebook Officially Uncool – So Buys WhatsApp ($19billion)

But let’s not despair:  our Facebook still has a glowing future as platform for us Preachers, Healers and Spiritual Entertainers.

Kids are leaving because parents are joining – and being parental in their posts.

So FB, cleverly, on the prowl, ambush WhatsApp for an irresistible $19 billion dollars.  What a waste – for that they could have bought every club and every player in the Premier League.

 

 

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Master Your Moods with a Mirror!

MANAGING MOOD
There is a season, and a time to every purpose.

Let’s take the first step: let’s manage our moods instead of our moods managing us.
You will need a few different moods: time spent on mood-practice is seldom wasted.

Mood 1: Look in Mirror. Have you noticed, by the way, that when men look in a mirror they see what’s good, but a woman sees what’s wrong? So when you look at yourself, see what you can do to improve that look.

Smile. Tell Mirror: You are my favorite picture-frame. Practice the smile a few times, in different ways. After a few minutes of smiling, check out how you feel. That’s Mood 1a. Then broaden the smile to
b) a big cheesy grin,
c) a chuckle,
d) a Laugh Out Loud, then
e) Rolling On the Floor Laugh Out Loud – be sure to practice rolling around the floor for this. Finally,
f) Hysterical Screech-Laughter. Make mental labels for Moods 1a to f.

Mood 2: Look in Mirror. Frown. Not too much. What kind of frown do you want? Practice
Impatience,
Worry,
Sadness,
Fear, and
Anger from Irritation to incandescent Rage.
These are Moods 2a to e, plus other variations.

Make sure to mind-label the Mood so you can press the right button or call it up when someone presses yours.

Mood 3: Walk around with your nose in the air viewing, under slightly closed eyelids, everything around you with complete and utter contempt. Practice Mood 3.

Mood 4: Now walk around with your eyes cast down and an expression of calm humility on your face. Practice Mood 4.

Mood 5: Back to the Mirror. Now turn round and face it.
Think of some major disaster in your life.
Notice what you look like.
Notice how you feel in your mind:
Sad?
Angry?
Worry?
Impatience?
Fear?
Notice what you feel in your body and where you feel it. Notice any mental dialog.
Mood 5 – don’t practice it.

Mood 6: Still facing Mirror, close eyes.
Think of someone or something you love. Real or imaginary, memory or fantasy. Someone or something you love, that or whom you love anyway, no matter whether it/they love you back.
Spend a few moments thinking about this. Enjoy the thoughts.
Then open your eyes and see how you look in the Mirror.
Notice how you feel in your body and where you feel it.
Mood 6: practice often.

Mood 7: Think of a beautiful peaceful place, real or imaginary, memory or fantasy. Think of the colors,
the shapes,
the textures, how they feel,
the sounds,
the tastes and the scents, the fragrances.
See the picture: imagine yourself in the picture.
Mood 7. Rhymes with heaven.

This is about you managing your own mood but haven’t we all experienced others man-aging ours? With the best of intentions. A client says ‘My xxx-practitioner says I’m suffering from chronic kidney deficiency’ while their exhausted eyes show the struggle to overcome yet another therapist-induced condition.

What is going on in this world of holistic alternative complementary healing? Now one of my students has been told by her reflexologist (you know, people who do foot stuff) that she is suffering the effects of past-life wrong-doing. She came away feeling helpless, a mood induced by someone else trying to show how clever, insightful and enlightened they are – and without fear of contradiction consigned the client to life in the past lane.

I had always thought part of the job was to help others get into their power, to draw on the deep well of self-healing power that lies deep within each and every one of us.
We are raised to respect health professionals. Healing professionals get the spin-off benefits. Are there more ethics in Health than in Healing? Please, I am not knocking the healers. I am one. I’m saying that before using our powers of suggestion to condition a patient into believing they are powerless to change we could consider convincing them of the converse. Simple use of language can help. An accomplished healer friend, whenever a client says they are suffering from this or that illness, asks ‘Are you suffering? Do you see yourself as one who suffers, a sufferer?’ sowing a seed of realization that to see oneself as a victim is to fertilize an environment which allows conditions to take root, grow and flourish.

It is simple Mood Management.

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Muddy Shorts and Bloody Knees, Sweaty Shirts and Aching Legs

Amid these days of storms and cold I step beyond the warmth and comfort of home, of watching sport and Harry Potter. Well wrapped up and rubber-booted, bent against the wind I walk to the woods.

To enter I must cross a stretch of muddy grass.  And the memories return, of a English field,  wet and green, whitewashed lines, a gang of small boys in striped shirts, I one, shouting and running around chasing an oval ball.  The one grown-up, the games master, embodiment of Doctor Arnold’s Spartan muscularity, picks up the ball and runs, great knees pumping like pistons.  A sprinting steam train, he charges ahead, splitting the gang down the middle.  Brushing aside a Lilliputian tackle he heads for the line.  I am in the way.

He looks like he’s expecting me to move aside.  I want to move aside.  I try to move aside.  But I am the headlit rabbit and my feet are stuck to the muddy grass and I want my mum.  Unfortunately she’s not playing that afternoon.  Unfortunately it’s not a family frolic on a sunny beach. Unfortunately she is in South America.

I screw my eyes shut and hold out my arms.  A mighty thud and my world goes black, no time even for that draining instant before blissful unconsciousness.

In the darkness I hear distant cheering.  I feel my head is about to split as if repeatedly hammered with a blunt ax.  Then I hear a voice.  It starts a long way off then gets closer, louder.  An anxious voice.  A worried voice.  A voice of panic.

‘Wake up, will you!’

Another voice.  ‘He’s shamming.  Just leave him.’

And another. ‘Don’t move him.  Might have broken his neck.’

I sit up, feeling nauseous.  The games-master is crouching in front of me, big concerned face.

‘Are you alright?’

I nod.  He looks relieved and stands up.  ‘Well done,’ he says, ‘Excellent tackle.’

We play on.

I enter the woods.  Two magpies, three crows, twelve doves, and a squirrel in an oak tree.  Tea and fruit-cake in the café.  Then home, TV sport and Harry Potter.

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On Men: Blood, Breath, Movement

Sharing the Man Experience we realise that basic knowledge of the mechanics can lead to improved sexual health. Recent surveys have found that men in static jobs have lower libido and sperm count than those in active work, and even lower for men who spend a lot of time on computers and computer games. This is perfectly normal because blood and energy flow need air and movement. Blood makes the chi go round and we need a good healthy supply, to move from perfectly normal to perfectly natural.

The deeper we breathe the more air we take in, and the more movement we generate, so more flow through the veins. Makes perfect sense. Massaging the lower belly can free up blockages in blood vessels and meridians leading to the genital area. Especially when you consider the erection is caused by increasing blood supply to the penis. The morning erection is a result of the bladder filling up as we sleep, so it expands and blocks the veins that take the blood away from the area. The veins there are more surface but the artery that brings blood into the genitals is deeper, so doesn’t get blocked. Notice how the erection wilts after urination.

We can give the whole complex that is our body a much better start by consciously taking opportunities to breathe really deeply, say when taking a walk, from house to car, train station or bus stop. Inhaled deep into the lungs, breath travels through bronchial tubes that subdivide rather like branches of a tree, until permeating the alveoli, tiny bubbles of tissue just one cell thick, where it crosses into the blood stream. This newly enriched blood goes to the heart, to be pumped out to nourish all our organs.

Then it has to get back to the heart through the venous system, which doesn’t have a heart of its own but relies on movement to pump. Of course we are moving all the time, even when asleep, as the respiratory system works quite happily without conscious thought. As muscles move they squeeze the veins, forcing the blood through the little valves that prevent it pooling around our ankles.

The more we move the muscles, the better the blood flow returning to the heart – where it doesn’t just get pumped round again but is sent to the lungs to exhale waste breath and toxins. Toxins accumulate in the lymphatic nodes, glands, ducts and nodules, and that system doesn’t have a heart either, so also relies on movement to cross into the cardiovascular. The blood returning to the heart carries the toxins from the lymphatic system to be breathed out in the normal way. It’s that detoxifying movement that gives the healthy glow after a workout at the gym.

By regular and conscious deep breathing, regular and conscious movement – ok, exercise! – and regular self-massage, energy and blood flow can be increased to the vital areas, so we don’t just have to wait for morning!

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A Treat for Valentines

And there she was, lovely as Ziyi Zhang, amber eyes, copper-colored hair, high-collar gold cheongsam side slit to  ivory thighs.  And there stood Harry, not entirely sober, eels in his belly slithering.  She pretended not to notice his staring until he wanted the free second drink.  Taking his hand, she led past unnoticed other girls, to a booth. The jukebox was playing the Platters, Red Sails in the Sunset.
Harry was twenty-two, she claimed sixteen, looking younger.
‘What’s the age of consent in Hong Kong?’ he asked.
‘We learn to say Yes very young in Wanchai.’
But not to him, it turns out.  Jen was a cherry-girl, indentured to Mama Lee who awaited the best offer.
‘You’re being sold?’
‘Just my cherry.’  The jaw tightened in her beautiful face. ‘No man can buy me.  Not me!’
‘Just buy you drinks, right?’
‘Right!’ she laughed.  He liked her voice, high and mellow.
‘Can I take you out?’
‘You have to pay Mama.  You must pay to take me out.’
‘I know what’s what.  But you have to say yes, don’t you?’
‘Did I say no?  Did I?’
‘Is she your real Mama?’  Jen Lee, reminded him of something.
‘No.  My mother ran away to Canton and left me with the missionaries.  They tried to make me believe in Jesus.  I would not.  But I liked Mrs Entwhistle. She made me read Jane Austen.  And the Bronte sisters.  She did.’
‘And your Dad?’
‘I do not know.  He was gweilo.’
She had such a sweet face, such merry eyes, she charmed everyone.  And there was an inner toughness too, making her the top earner of all the young lovelies in the Top Hat, itself a bar several cuts above the rest.  Harry was to be on the receiving end of one of those cuts.
Over the following weeks much of his pay went to Mama Lee to buy Jen out for a few hours at a time, for what Harry hoped would be romantic trips to the Peak, Tiger Balm Gardens, here and there. They would find a bench under a tree, stare at mandarin ducks on a pond of ornamental fish, or find a secluded place to lie, her head pillowed on his arm.  Harry would try to talk romance and she would turn away.
‘That is not for me.  No.  Not me.’
‘It’s just business between us then?’
She sat up, face flushed.  ‘How can you say that! What you pay Mama Lee does not come to me. I could stay in the bar and make money from the Yankee sailors.  I could.  Maybe, Harry, I should!’
‘So why do you come out with me?’
‘Everyone needs money but sometimes I like to do things just because I like to do things.  I feel comfortable with you, Harry. You are respectful, most times. I am enjoying to do things a normal girl does, things I would do if I were free. Look at me.  Half Chinese, half foreigner.  Half-caste,’ a tear spilled, ‘and although I believe my year is Rat, I do not know the day or hour of my birth.  No Chinese man would marry me.  I do not know my luck.’
‘Hey,’ he exclaimed.  Harry followed his horoscope in the Hong Kong Standard, ‘I’m a Dragon.  Do we match?’
‘We do by year.  But it is not so simple.  Even without the cherry price,’ she gave a childish smile.  ‘Rat is survivor.  I know one day I will have money.  I will.’
‘And Dragon?  Dragons capture virgins and hoard gold.’
‘Every Chinese family wants a Dragon for a son-in-law…’
Hearing this, his heart started racing. Other Army guys married Chinese girls and took them back to Blighty.
‘…but I have no family. And I have to make my own life, Harry.  My own life.’
‘And it has to be this life?  Waiting for some rich fat f***…’
‘I do not like these rude words.’
‘Sorry!  Come on, Jen.  You’ve had an education, you speak perfect English, surely there’s something else…’
‘There is!   I am writing stories.  I send them to Mr Run Run Shaw to make into movies.  Soon I shall be rich, and have no worries, and do just what I like, every day.  I will even pay the Army and take you out!’
‘And has Mr Run Run Shaw made any into movies?’
‘Not yet.’
‘Hundreds of people must send in stories. Every day.’
‘Then I will deliver them in person.’ Defiantly. ‘By hand!’
Careful, Harry, he thought.  Don’t be the one to deflate her, despite day-mares of her defloration by Studio Security en route to the casting couch.
‘Hey, Jen, sure they’ll take them, just a matter of time.  These guys must be always on the lookout for new stuff.  I bet they have teams of readers going through everything that comes in.  They’d be stupid not to.’
‘This is what I thought.  Myself.’
‘Have you shown them to anyone else?’
‘Sometimes I read to the girls.  Some things I write about I do not know.  They help me.’
‘Makes sense.  Can I read them?’
With a mischievous smile she pulled a yellow pad from her purse and handed it to him.  He opened it, to inked vertical lines of black Chinese characters.
‘Ha, ha!’
‘Shall I read them to you?  You can correct my English.’  Harry nodded, happy she wanted to share, hoping to know her better, falling in love.  She began, looking up every so often to see what effect her story was having or perhaps if he was paying attention.
‘There are many legends of China long ago, of pirates in the eastern seas, bandits in western lands, desert nomads, raiding on horseback.  My story is about Ah Su, like me, a virgin but, unlike me, without experience of men.  Elder daughter of a noble house, she was betrothed to the younger son of her father’s vassal. They said he was handsome. Her father sent her with guards, gifts and treasures, across a stretch of desert to the lands of her future husband.

‘The Raiders of the Khan attacked her bridal caravan…more?

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Learning From The Horse

Kris_n_Yankee72This Friday I shall celebrate Chinese New Year at our annual Shamanic Healing workshop, sharing secrets: some I was born with and others learned since being asked, at the age of fifteen, by a shaman of the Wakamba, to lay hands upon his sick wife.

As you know already, each Chinese Year honors a different animal in the cosmic bestiary, and each year I reflect on the nature of its totem and what I can learn from it.  Which of its characteristics do I recognize in myself, in my clients and students, and how can this help in my teaching and practice?

Friday heralds the Year of the Horse.  Gentle and sociable animals by nature, they like to do things together.  They can be willing and helpful but, mistreated, spiteful, vicious or tricky. Horse has keen visual ability, excellent auditory, a strong voice, kinesthetic power, a good sense of smell, but limited sense of taste.  Their first defense is to run away but, cornered or challenged, fight with flashing teeth and flailing hooves.  They can be competitive too.  From Black Beauty to Sea Biscuit, they don’t give up.  Unlike us humans, the horse will run until its heart stops.

Every traveler on life’s journey brings a message: for my three-score years and thirteen, I have heard the message of Horse.  At the age of eighteen, on a vast estate in the highlands of Kenya, I taught myself to ride, at first from a book, Cross-Saddle and Side-saddle.  I would read each evening and practice next day.  But the map is not the terrain.  After falling off once too often I chose a route through the spiky paths of a sisal plantation where, if I fell, I would be impaled: a kinesthetic threat motivating me to stay up, and the horse to run straight and not shy.  Resources for change exist within each individual, and his horse.

Later, in a desert outpost on the tip of the Arabian Peninsula, I worked in the stables caring for beautiful Arab stallions.  Hooves pounding, manes flying, they would as soon buck you off as carry you up the beach.  Not getting enough of what stallions need, I guess.  I walked home a lot.  But the problem carries the seed of the solution: under the tutelage of an Irish jockey, I got to ride in a flat race.  Flicka refused to start until the others were almost out of sight.  I was very proud for not coming in last: all results are achievements, whether or not desired outcomes.

I had my first taste of polo in Cyprus, and years after that a season in Hong Kong.  Now I was running the stables, again by the book, this time Stable Management and Exercise, and teaching polo to my colleagues from Introduction to Polo.  One of my life’s peak moments was scoring my first goal at a flat gallop – I can still hear the applause!  I used this incident when acting as subject in my first NLP training but when my programmer tried to anchor the peak moment he said ‘…scoring the winning goal,’ collapsing the moment: my team had not won.

An ex-Olympian coached me to win my first (last and only) rosette in the Open Showjumping.  Half way, five fences to go, my saddle slipped: I had not checked the cinch myself, and finished the round with saddle under horse’s belly.  Despite this ‘under’ achievement it was a winning moment, with the desired outcome.

All this equine experience supplied a remedy for being well beaten at Tai Chi forty years later by a man twenty years my senior: the late Master Lim, then 84 years young!  I recovered my pride by taking a riding holiday from coast to coast in the North Island of New Zealand.

More recently I have learned horse-whispering, discovering their sensitivity and psychic power: by utilizing our presented communication and behavior, they know what we are thinking!

Now entering the Chinese New Year of the Horse we leave the past where it belongs: behind us.  The spirit of the horse is recognized to be the Chinese people’s ethos – making unremitting efforts to improve themselves. It is energetic, bright, warm-hearted, intelligent and able.  The Wood Horse Year is a time of fast victories, unexpected adventure, and surprising romance. (Do they celebrate in Troy?)

Horse is considered a fortunate year that brings luck and good things. Magical Horse has supernatural powers, is heroic, strong, and can even fly! A white celestial cloud Horse is sacred to the Chinese Goddess Kuan Yin.  And one of the Eight Immortals revered in Taoism carries a paper horse in his pocket that comes alive when he takes it out to ride across the universe.  3-D printers have a  way to go!

In the Native American tradition, Horse is Power: physical power plus unearthly power.  The Tibetan wind-horse carries prayers to Spirit.  In shamanic practice throughout the world Horse enables shamans to fly.  And all our cars are packed with horse-power!

So, how do you see your Year?  Will you spring into the saddle and gallop into a new and exciting future?  Of fast victories, unexpected adventure, and surprising romance?  Or will you gently canter to the music of your power?  Trot steadily ahead to fulfil a plan?  Or simply walk your talk?

On the other hand, you might choose to sit in the saddle and watch the world pass you by, or embark on some wild scheme that carries you out of control over the hills and far away.

Click here if you would like to join Kris and Anamarta at their annual Introduction to Taoist Shamanic Healing, Friday 31st January thru’ Monday 3rd February, 10.30am to 5pm.

Kris’s latest book, ‘From Stress To VITALITY NOW! Secrets of Love and Life Management for Men and Women’ is available on Amazon.

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Walking Back

Two Dogs, Three Crows, Nine Pigeons and a flight of Seagulls attended my first walk of the year on a cold crisp English morning.  I looked out for my friends the Magpies but they must have been visiting family.

I’d walked a lot in Mexico, up and down hills, along beaches and in and around cities large and small.  But this was home, two miles from where I was born, and I breathed the cool clear air with lungfulls of pleasure, and paused by the cafe on the edge of the woods to enjoy tea and fruit cake.

Tai Chi in the woods woke me up, naked oaks filtering pale sun, reminding me of last week’s Tai Chi on the beach in a Mexican sunset, and next week’s Tai Chi weekend in Camden – and not forgetting an evening of Tai Chi as Martial Art with the Jade Arrows on Thursday.

It’s good to be home: refreshed, relaxed, revitalized, ready to face the opportunities of the New Year, and challenges dragging on from the old:  clusters of vampires hovering, hoping.  Good luck to them I say, and May God Bless Them and give them all they deserve.

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Mexico

Twenty-two years ago my three-week visit to Mexico started and ended in a dentist’s chair.  That wasn’t the plan, although I did hear Mexico City was the destination of choice for American tooth-tourists.  This time was different.  Not being one for superlatives I will just say I’ve had an absolutely wonderful time, meeting lovely people, going to fantastic places and enjoying unexpected and profound experiences.

It was a healing journey too, following the trauma of closing the Zen School and all the storms around that sad time that left me feeling shattered: the school, the child I had birthed and nourished for the twenty one years of its life had become, almost, my identity.  I felt I was losing myself, despite loving reminders from my beloved Anamarta that I was still a wonderful teacher of the Tao, a successful author, who can help people find themselves and fulfil their own dreams.  But how strange, and only now as I write do I realize that my times in Mexico came before the beginning and after the end!

We had planned our trip, our annual escape from the English winter, made possible by the success of Anamarta’s Jade Circle.  Little did we guess where this would lead when Mayella, one of our UK students, suggested Anamarta should bring the Jade Circle to Mexico and introduced us to a wonderful local organizer, Karla Martinez.  An amazing group of open-minded women gathered for the first Jade Circle Retreat in Mexico, Queretaro.  One of the features of this Retreat was a ‘Temazcal’, a ritual sweatlodge tradition from pre-hispanic times.  I confessed to a little disappointment that, being a man, I could not join in but was in for a pleasant surprise a month later.

A few days in Mexico City reminded me of how much I had enjoyed my time before, on side-trips from the dentist.    Laid-back hospitality, music on every corner, great food in even the humblest diner, and, with few exceptions, friendly and gracious people.  Our friend Diego Perez, himself a wonderful musician, found us a place to stay within our budget and showed us the city’s culture, from Frida Kahlo to late night jazz pop. The lovely Mahima gave us a tour of the ancient and the modern of this, the biggest city in the world, before we set off for our beach holiday retreat.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMazunte we found similar to Byron Bay on the east coast of Australia where we were six years before, and to Kho Pha Nghan in Thailand where we  honeymooned the year before that.  Beautiful beaches,  swimming in calm clear water, and an easy-going Mexican vibe.  Our Miramar cabana overlooked the beautiful bay and the sunrise, and a few minutes walk would take us to OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERALa Mermelita, big bouncy waves for body-surfing, where each evening the sun would put on the most amazing exhibition of colors.  We saw whales, dolphins and turtles close enough to touch.

And then came the invitation to participate in a Temazcal! OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

We packed our bags and headed north, pausing in Oaxaca to celebrate the arrival of 2014 by dancing to a Mariachi Band in the plaza.

The overnight bus brought us back to Queretaro where our journey began and two days later I was introduced to Edna Alicia Sosa Millan, the Medicine Woman who facilitated the Temazcal.  Gabbye Mayorga carried out the purification by smudging the copal and Karla drummed.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I have participated in and facilitated sweat lodges all over the world, from Majorca to Hawaii and many places between.  Here, with the intensity of the ritual, the power of the medicine, the presence of the Medicine Woman, and overwhelming sense of welcome and acceptance from everyone,

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA I emerged four hours later refreshed, revitalized and in tune with life.

The days that followed were filled with fun and laughter, Anamarta and I enjoying time with Karla and Gabbye, Zaira, Nadia and Chaz, and all the lovely new friends we made on this wonderful journey.

If you ask me to sum up my Mexican experience with one word I will say – Joy!  A deep healing: time to leave the past behind, in the past, where it belongs.  And now I am ready to launch into the New Year with an exciting Tai Chi weekend in a few days time.

 Zen School,  Jade Circle Anamarta, Jade Circle Mexico RetreatTaoist Teacher & Author,  Karla Martinez, Diego Perez, Hotel PrincipalMahima,   Miramar Mazunte,  Hostal Pochon Oaxaca,    Posada Matamoros Qeretaro,   Edna Alicia Sosa Millan,    Gabbye Mayorga,  Zaira,  Nadia,  Chaz,

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Life Starts and Ends in Bed

“If you want to understand the business of Life, then you need to examine the business of where Life starts and where Life ends…the business of the bedchamber.”  Taoist Classics: Art of the Bedchamber.

THE TAOISTS of ancient China considered sex healthy, fun and serious business.  Four thousand years before Masters and Johnson they observed how some of us become aroused quickly, others more slowly.  So they developed secret practices to harmonise the different cycles of arousal, to enjoy longer and more pleasurable sexual encounters, and all without losing energy: for everyone to become a more effective lover.

Like us in our modern world and its stress, they were aware that you don’t want to create life whenever you have sex.  While those wise old sages may not have heard that women are born with between four hundred and six hundred eggs, or men create enough sperm to repopulate North America with a single ejaculation, they did understand how, by avoiding energy loss, we can divert this power to enhance our own life, to create, and live to the full, the life we want.

Taoist holistic practice engages mind, body and spirit to reflect the harmony of our inner universe in the outer world.  Merging qigong, meditation, sexual and shamanic practice, by channelling through the Microcosmic Orbit we learn to project the most powerful energy of creation, to attain goals, to realise dreams; even for spiritual development, to come by the short path to enlightenment.

In and out of bed.

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by Kris Deva North & Anamarta

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