I spent last week at a writing workshop at Omega Institute for Holistic Studies in Rhinebeck, NY. Usually, when I go to Omega, I spend an inordinate amount of time in the bookstore, and I come home with a small fortune in books I can't wait to read. But something changed this time. I walked away empty-handed again and again. It dawned on me that I had read what I wanted to about Buddhist psychology, meditation, healing, and consciousness. Of course, what I know is barely the tip of the iceberg, just a smattering of the literature, the teachings, and the practice. But leaving the bookstore with nothing, it struck me: It's time for me to start writing my book.
"The degree to which you can tell your story is the degree to which you can heal."~S. Eldredge
Monday, September 27, 2021
a grand tectonic shift
Saturday, September 4, 2021
a change of mind, a change of heart
Anyone who knows me, or reads this blog, knows that I am fascinated with the human mind. How little we understand about how it works. How thought is generated. How memories are retrieved. So it's no wonder I am intrigued by the concept of neuroplasticity--the property of the brain that allows it to change structure and function in response to changes in the environment, our personal experience, and our intentions. It accounts for how the brain changes over time, and specifically, how we can consciously generate those changes. In other words, it allows us to rewire our brains. We can change our minds.
This came into focus for me in light of the Covid-19 pandemic. While most of us are compliant with the simple mitigation practices that have been shown to contain the spread of the virus, and are eager to get vaccinated, not everyone agrees. Some people are skeptical of the science behind Covid research, and the physicians who are trying so hard to explain it to them. There is an oppositional-defiant edge to their attitude and behavior. They cannot, or will not, change their minds despite the proven efficacy and safety of such simple measures as masking and social distancing. They refuse the vaccine. Their defiance puts their lives at risk, and it threatens the rest of us.
As a physician, this frustrates and angers me. There is a tiny voice in the back of my head that keeps telling me that people like this deserve to get sick. To suffer. To die. To watch their children get sick and die. It was the choice they made, and nothing we have said or done so far has had any effect on them. They don't care about us, so why should we care about them? And on and on...
This little voice is not one I welcome. This is not me speaking. It is social media exerting its pull. It is political commentary pushing back. It is, in fact, human nature going down its well worn path. But it is not what I know in my heart to be true, so I'm making an effort to change my conditioned and deluded mind about it...