Leave it to us Americans to screw up an entire indigenous healing system and try to make it relevant only in terms of finding parking spaces and keeping ourselves absolved of any accountability. Who do we think we are? Respect the tradition, keep the peace and find all the amazing, wise and thoughtful things within nature and ourselves. Do not add insult to injury. Do not make things worse. Don’t Slap the Crying Baby. We need to understand the underpinnings of ancient wisdom bestowed upon us to examine our past so we can prepare for our future. This is how.
Time is the Enemy. We seem not to have enough of it. If you feel like you are stuck and you do not have enough time for coffee, (or your organically grown all healthy morning drink), HOW will you have enough time to seriously ponder your purpose in life? In order to accomplish this goal, you need to know your own personal BaZi Suan Ming. The BaZi Suan Ming is an important tool for success in health, love, wellness, relationships, wealth and career.
Some of my friends think that there is a fundamental biological imperative to propagate our human species. Back in college, this was usually an alcohol-induced activity that have had repercussions to this day. Sex is something that is fundamental in the reproductive process of the individual in order to ensure species survival. An often common quote you can find on the web by the late Lewis Thomas compares humans to ants:
“Ants are so much like human beings as to be an embarrassment. They farm fungi, raise aphids as livestock, launch armies into war, use chemical sprays to alarm and confuse enemies, capture slaves, engage in child labor, exchange information ceaselessly. They do everything but watch television.“
These days it’s tough being a recovering Catholic. Guilt is around every corner. It’s under every mess with the new kitten you have adopted into your home. This kitten, (in this case, the cat’s name is Zaz” or Zazzy- [Zaz is one of the Apache words for ‘snow‘], decides to “rebel” for obvious reasons:  want of food;  the company of other pets (especially dogs); and  the “other” older cat that lives in the house.
You can find the strangest things on the Internet.
I took my son to see the “Lone Ranger” this weekend. Despite my original misgivings on the reviews, (which seemed more concerned about how much money the film was NOT making rather than the storyline, acting etc.) , I decided to go. Like a good dad, I took a gamble with the movie, “trusting” the “G” rating still meant “that”, especially after my hiatus due to the “talking animal movie era” of my life. I made up my mind, fought bizarre I-5 “South” traffic and we set forth on our adventure to the movies. After all, I was going to go see a movie with the boy.