<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155</id><updated>2012-01-30T17:47:09.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Backstage in Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a Play - most of us simply have forgotten that we are "merely players." When the "Me" behind the 'me' wakes up and sees that the play isn't real, all fear disappears, a wild Joy abounds, and life becomes a thrilling adventure because "ME" is always safe, secure, and Freeeeeee!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-7596860849144447991</id><published>2012-01-30T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:05:47.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zero Point Field or “If you don’t think the dead can come back to life, you have never been here at quitting time.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d-tZMBmexlY/TycSGV4ei4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/bcHAEraeStk/s1600/So+Tired.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d-tZMBmexlY/TycSGV4ei4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/bcHAEraeStk/s200/So+Tired.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always found that saying hilarious - I would usually see it in an office somewhere. Hilarious and true. What causes such a sudden burst of energy at various times in our lives? What makes my dog, Eli, go from an elderly 16 year old who can barely climb the stairs at night to a frisky puppy when I say the word, “Walk?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First an explanation, as simple as possible, as to what is meant by the &lt;b&gt;Zero Point Field.&lt;/b&gt; This is a term used by physicists to denote the field of energy that still remains at a temperature of absolute zero, when no energy is supposed to be able to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At absolute Zero - the lowest possible energy state, where all matter has been stopped and nothing is left which can move - there is &lt;i&gt;still some energy vibrating&lt;/i&gt;, or ‘jiggling’ as some quantum physicists say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero Point energy is the energy that is present in the emptiest state of space - where all the energy that &lt;i&gt;can be&lt;/i&gt; extracted from space &lt;i&gt;has been&lt;/i&gt; extracted - no more removal is possible and yet, some motion - some energy remains - always. The ‘space’ in which this energy resides is called the “Zero Point Field.”&amp;nbsp; It is also ever-present, underlying all matter and space. Until Quantum physics came along most physicists dismissed this energy from their calculations. The reasoning? Well, since it is always there it cancels itself out in calculations, it can't have an effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh? It's kind of like doctors dismissing the Placebo Effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantum physicists believe that the ZPF is a vast unharnessed reservoir of energy that could potentially provide an endless, free, non-polluting source of power to run everything from light bulbs to spaceships. The problem is how to plug into this source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Field&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; by Lynne McTaggert, which is all about research into the ZPF. It is making my head dance with possibility and discovery as I contemplate the relationship between ZP energy and T’ai Chi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how my car can run on it, but &lt;i&gt;I know how to access this field&lt;/i&gt; - it is through the feeling states of allowing, surrender, love, appreciation, joy, happiness, gratitude, etc. These &lt;i&gt;expanding&lt;/i&gt; feeling states establish a connection to the ZPF and there is always a burst of energy. What cuts us of from this field are the contracting emotional feeling states (fear, worry, anxiety, stress, unworthiness, guilt, judgment, etc). &lt;i&gt;Expansion connects - contraction separates&lt;/i&gt; - on every level of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that causes you to contract separates you from this ever present source of energy. Anything that expands you - plugs you in. T’ai Chi, love, yoga, laughter, friendship, winning, success, contentment, peace, fulfillment, perception of wealth, health, well-being, appreciation, gratitude, melting, friskiness, playfulness, unselfconsciousness, going beyond embarrassment, expanding our comfort zones, ALL of these things tap into the ZPF and charge our batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Elizabeth and I are going for a walk with Eli and he is bounding around like a puppy. As I said before, he is NOT a puppy, he is the equivalent of over 100 years old and shows it quite often in his difficulty laying down, climbing stairs or getting into the car. But start out on a walk and all of a sudden the years drop away. Then it hits me. He has tapped into the ZPF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all had moments where we were dog tired (sorry) and something happened to give us a burst of energy (being in love does it pretty well) - being at a party, it’s late, very late, I am ready to go home, yawning, half asleep, then I get into an interesting conversation or hear a great piece of music - all of a sudden I am wide awake and before I know it two hours have gone by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why T’ai Chi feels like the fountain of youth - It is the &lt;i&gt;practical physical&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;practice&lt;/i&gt; of Allowing; of &lt;i&gt;feeling&lt;/i&gt; allowing - allowing what &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It is the physical practice of non-judgment, ease, grace, flow, beauty. No stress, no strain, no forcing - effortless movement. Amazing yes? With T’ai Chi &lt;i&gt;you do not &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; your way&lt;/i&gt; to non-judgment, ease, grace, flow, allowing - you &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; your way to them - it is a physical practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anytime you want you can access to this Zero Point Field of power that can rejuvenate, heal, enliven, strengthen, and invigorate you. This is instantaneous too. You don’t have to wait to feel the effects. Relax, have fun, and play the form. The style of T’ai chi doesn’t matter. The outside form is not important, it is what is going on inside that makes the difference. Melt, yield, let go, sink, relax, dissolve, soften, allow, do-nothing…. Be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-7596860849144447991?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/7596860849144447991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2012/01/zero-point-field-or-if-you-dont-think.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/7596860849144447991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/7596860849144447991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2012/01/zero-point-field-or-if-you-dont-think.html' title='The Zero Point Field or “If you don’t think the dead can come back to life, you have never been here at quitting time.”'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d-tZMBmexlY/TycSGV4ei4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/bcHAEraeStk/s72-c/So+Tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-2807947914256183746</id><published>2011-11-14T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:10:38.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Thing You Can Do for the Earth (or yourself) Is to Feel Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBtABn_GYDE/TsGO7qY3vPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VeGkKGimWIE/s1600/Inner+T%2527ai+Chi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBtABn_GYDE/TsGO7qY3vPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VeGkKGimWIE/s200/Inner+T%2527ai+Chi.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I could be wrong&lt;/b&gt; (That's how all beliefs should begin, I believe) but each of us is a Feeling generator. Feeling good is healthy. Feeling bad is unhealthy. For you and for the Earth. The more people in the world who are good-feeling generators, the more the Earth heals, and the more you heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can control how you feel, and therefore what you generate out into the world - it just takes some practice. A lot of people think that feelings control them - "Good things happen, I feel good; bad things happen, I feel bad." This may be true for them but it is not &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;true&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. You have the power to choose what you generate within yourself and therefore out into the world. There are many practices that teach this art - the best (I believe) is T'ai Chi because it is all about &lt;i&gt;feeling&lt;/i&gt; your way to feeling good, not about &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt; your way to feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Peter Ralston says, there are two energies in the universe - expansion and contraction. For me, feeling good is expansion; feeling bad is contraction. Expansion heals. Contraction destroys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'ai Chi, in its highest form, is about feeling good. T'ai Chi is the practice of expansion; it is learning how to lessen the energy of resistance so that everything &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;flows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It is about getting out of the way so that the essential goodness of the universe flows through you. By the way, when that happens it is not some sort of impersonal, 'O I am a conduit for the universe flowing through me.' It's more like, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"WOW, OMFG, Holy $%^! Does that feel GREAAAAAAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'ai Chi is dancing with wild abandon, excitement, enthusiasm, and passion - &lt;i&gt;on the inside&lt;/i&gt;. No matter how old you get you never feel any older than when you were a child. Even my mom at 99, when I asked her how she felt inside responded, "Like a girl of sixteen. I can't do what I could then, but I feel that way inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beauty of T'ai Chi - on the inside you can do everything you ever could on the outside, (and more - did you ever fly?) no matter how old you get - truly. T'ai Chi teaches us how to make that real, not just a theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to keep these (relatively) short (have you seen some blogs? Wow!), so I will end here. Stay tuned for more on this very topic.&amp;nbsp; I am on a roll and feel a lot of passion around it. Some how-to advice even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puleeeeeze feel free to 'follow' my blog and to share with friends - I love company:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualize Whirled peas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-2807947914256183746?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/2807947914256183746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-thing-you-can-do-for-earth-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/2807947914256183746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/2807947914256183746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-thing-you-can-do-for-earth-or.html' title='The Best Thing You Can Do for the Earth (or yourself) Is to Feel Good!'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBtABn_GYDE/TsGO7qY3vPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VeGkKGimWIE/s72-c/Inner+T%2527ai+Chi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-9142552058252084813</id><published>2011-04-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:27:28.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather wash dishes and sweep the floor in deep sensual union with the Divine than rule the world from a place of separation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Lucida Bright";}@font-face {  font-family: "Palatino";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Palatino; }h1 { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: 150%; page-break-after: avoid; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Palatino; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;Given the choice I'd rather wash  dishes and sweep the floor in deep&amp;nbsp; sensual union with the Divine than  rule the world from a place of separation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;Everything  that exists, exists right now and is available to me, but only to the  degree that I am available to it. And I am available to it only to the  extent that I Allow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;But, how to do it? What does it mean to make yourself available and what does it feel like? There is &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; you can &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; to make this happen. To put it another way; Learning to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Nothing&lt;/i&gt; is what it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doing Nothing&lt;/i&gt;  ("Wu Wei" in Chinese). Making yourself available to the Now is the  practice of constantly letting go of everything we do that removes us  from the realization that we are already here. It involves the practice  of Zen Master Seung Sahn’s, "Don't Know Mind," the constant practice of  making non-sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;This Doing has nothing to do with thinking; it is a &lt;i&gt;feeling&lt;/i&gt; practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;What it &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; like is sensual and 'melty' to the point of being erotic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;It  is a melting into God, nature, and the universe. It's a deep and  profound letting go, as if I were allowing myself to fall backwards off a  towering cliff without the slightest concern for my safety, knowing  that I will be caught and sensually enveloped by the very essence of  Love; yet still feeling the thrill of the plunge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's better than sex, and sex is pretty damn good.... it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;  sex in the sense of that most satisfying of sexual encounters: a  melting into and a true Union with the Other. Little wonder then, that  once experienced, it becomes a lifelong pursuit. What else is there,  especially when this is a state that can be applied to, and enhances the  quality of, every other activity?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;This is what you have to look forward to by practicing T'ai Chi. It is the highest form of T'ai Chi practice; Melty Merging with Life. Yummmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-9142552058252084813?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/9142552058252084813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2011/04/id-rather-wash-dishes-and-sweep-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/9142552058252084813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/9142552058252084813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2011/04/id-rather-wash-dishes-and-sweep-floor.html' title='I&apos;d rather wash dishes and sweep the floor in deep sensual union with the Divine than rule the world from a place of separation.'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-6085355382869282588</id><published>2011-03-19T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:54:16.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Lucida Bright";}@font-face {  font-family: "Palatino";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Palatino; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OXgLKsUNooI/TYT6fwqFx7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/hr4Lvu7JQQk/s1600/TCC+Sun3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OXgLKsUNooI/TYT6fwqFx7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/hr4Lvu7JQQk/s320/TCC+Sun3.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt; I have restarted working on the journal of a 100 Day, 1 hour each day, standing meditation practice I undertook in 1996.&amp;nbsp; I offer  this excerpt for free:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;I am like a kid with a new toy whenever I discover new images and concepts from other fields that I can apply to T'ai Chi. They always deepen my own practice and help me teach T'ai Chi to others; but it isn’t all that often now that I come across something that moves me so profoundly to another level of awareness in my practice of the art.&amp;nbsp; Stephen Levine’s book, “Who Dies?” came into my life at the perfect time to understand it, in the middle of my 100 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ostensibly about dying, the book is really about living, and more specifically it is about expanding, expanding in a sense absolutely tailor-made for application to T'ai Chi principles. Levine writes about not contracting around the pain one feels in the body; that when we contract we narrow our focus and therefore our sense of identity to that which we are focusing on (i.e. we become our pain). When we expand we consequently widen our sense of ‘Self.’ The body and what it is experiencing are still a part of that wider self, but it no longer becomes the totality of who we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;My experience with standing meditation speaks to the truth of what Levine says; it is a joyously liberating feeling to crack the mold of body-identity and to experience being a 'bigger' You. In terms of ‘dying’ It’s kind of like not putting all your eggs in the one basket of ‘body.’ Diversify and when something screws up one of your investments, your identity doesn’t take anywhere near as big a ‘hit’ as it would have were all your money in that one stock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;That’s the meaning of the bible verse about not laying up your treasure where thieves can break in and steal. The treasure is your sense of Self, what you identify with as ‘You.’ If you are your body or your job, your car or your clothes, your bank account or your social standing, or anything else perishable, then whenever those things perish, so will ‘you.’ It’s much better to diversify identity, and even better to identify ‘you’ with something that is eternal (Seek ye first the kingdom of God).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please give me a shout out if you read this far - would love to get the sense of how many people actually read these posts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-6085355382869282588?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/6085355382869282588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2011/03/surviving-dying.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/6085355382869282588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/6085355382869282588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2011/03/surviving-dying.html' title='Surviving Dying'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OXgLKsUNooI/TYT6fwqFx7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/hr4Lvu7JQQk/s72-c/TCC+Sun3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-8568780815250252660</id><published>2011-01-29T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T18:48:10.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An "AHA" moment is.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;An "AHA" moment is not an "Aha" moment because I am discovering something new. It is an "Aha" moment because I knew it all the time, and&amp;nbsp; I am stunned by the sudden realization that I just hadn't been paying attention to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it another way: I did not 'Know' it consciously until something happened that lifted the lid off the Not-Knowing and allowed Knowing to bubble up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time the thing that keeps the lid on not knowing something is the constant effort to Know; the dislike of, the not allowing of 'Not-Knowing.' We don't really like not knowing what we want to know or feel like we should know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perfectly OK with not knowing how to  program a computer, or not knowing anything that I do not care to know. I  am talking here about the things you &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; about knowing.&amp;nbsp; (Read Peter Ralston's amazing, "The Book of Not Knowing")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we all, as human beings, want to know is: What is Life? Why are we here? What's it all about Alfie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time I am so concerned with trying to know what I do not know, that I forget to enjoy/allow the not-knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the Not-Knowing is something to be done away with, to be fixed, to be eradicated by coming to know, one by one, the things that I do not Know... until gradually all that Not-Knowing will be replaced by Knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in my ignore-ance, I think that happiness lies in knowing things. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I allow myself to not-know, to REALLY not-know; to Not-Know as a state of being; like being hungry or sad or happy or tired ......... AND it is the most meltingly, WONDER-FULL, &lt;b&gt;WOW&lt;/b&gt;NDER-FULL&amp;nbsp; experience.&amp;nbsp; I have experienced a LOT of highs, both man-made and natural in my 62 years; Deep Not-Knowing is the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, unlike man-made substances, it is available all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again I wonder, after coming out of the Not-Knowing state, why we humans seem to be afraid of not-knowing what we want to know; why a large part of our energy is spent trying to appear knowing-full and avoiding looking like we don't know something. I see it alllllll the time in the corporate work I do. People rarely get promoted for not knowing things and consequently spend a lot of time pretending that they know a lot more than they actually know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are pretending to know something that you do not know, then you are not being who you are.&amp;nbsp; You are actually pretending to be who you are not (Like the Emperor's New Clothes).&amp;nbsp; Being who you are is the key to 'getting' Life; to melting into God. A couple of quotes illustrating that point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luther D. Price&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; said, "Be what you &lt;b&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt;, not what you &lt;b&gt;ain't&lt;/b&gt;. 'Cuz if you &lt;b&gt;ain't&lt;/b&gt; what you &lt;b&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt;, then you is what you &lt;b&gt;ain't&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: This above all: to thine own self be true,&lt;br /&gt;And it must follow, as the night the day,&lt;br /&gt;Thou canst not then be false to any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, because I dislike overly long blog posts,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I truly 'Don't Know' what Life is, Life reveals itself to me and I get a pass backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-8568780815250252660?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/8568780815250252660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2011/01/aha-moment-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/8568780815250252660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/8568780815250252660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2011/01/aha-moment-is.html' title='An &quot;AHA&quot; moment is.........'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-6667169469492754374</id><published>2010-09-15T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T03:33:41.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T'ai Chi is touching your coffee cup the same way you would touch a lover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TJHxYpOTwLI/AAAAAAAAANo/5ldbOGNdAko/s1600/David,+tea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TJHxYpOTwLI/AAAAAAAAANo/5ldbOGNdAko/s200/David,+tea.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to Skyros to teach; knowing full well - because it has happened every single time in the past 18 years I have been going - that I was really going there to learn. There are just too many goodies to share in one post - cuz I promised myself to keep them short - so the teachings will appear gradually over the next months or years. Briefly here, this post then - - - I really learned how to communicate the inner experience of T'ai Chi in such a way that absolute beginners can get an experience of what it feels like to be in such a state of complete allowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this. Yessir -&amp;nbsp; go ahead and touch your coffee cup - or anything you normally touch in a utilitarian manner during the day - in the same way that you touch your lover, in the same way that you caress your baby, or your cat, or anything you love.&lt;br /&gt;We all know how to do this; we all know how to &lt;i&gt;sensitize our fingers at will&lt;/i&gt; from 'coffee cup' mode to 'loved object' mode. You know how to sensitize your fingers and how to de-sensitize them depending on what it is you are touching. You don't even need to feel the feelings of tenderness or love. Just do it. Go ahead and stroke that cup or the steering wheel or the broom, or the laundry, with a 'loving' touch. Can you feel it? What happens? How do you do it? Welllll I'll bet you do it slowly----&amp;nbsp; with a lot more presence ---- paying attention ------with a softening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it feel gooood? Do you feel tingly and warm and melty inside? OK, now try doing T'ai Chi that way - with love-sensitive fingertips. Hey! Why stop there? Make your entire hand into fingertips! Make your arm, your torso, head, legs, ---- make that huge largest organ of your body (&lt;b&gt;Skin&lt;/b&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;skin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I am talking of) into fingertips of sensitive touch. Yeah? See what &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; does for your T'ai Chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to do it? How to transfer fingertip sensitivity to the entire body? That is exactly what the principles of T'ai Chi are all about: move slowly, breath slowly and deeply, relax, allow, become heavy, soften the gaze, extend the body open like a flower, soften, soften, soften&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should charge for this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't find it with many other T'ai Chi teachers. Fine to focus on healing or martial arts or circulating Chi; but the absolute highest purpose of T'ai Chi is to &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; your way into &lt;i&gt;bliss&lt;/i&gt;. Once you experience that, all the other reasons for doing T'ai Chi or any other exercise seem a bit like using a jet plane to go down the driveway to check the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to use a jet plane, may as well have fun and make it a real trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-6667169469492754374?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/6667169469492754374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/09/tai-chi-is-touching-your-coffee-cup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/6667169469492754374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/6667169469492754374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/09/tai-chi-is-touching-your-coffee-cup.html' title='T&apos;ai Chi is touching your coffee cup the same way you would touch a lover.'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TJHxYpOTwLI/AAAAAAAAANo/5ldbOGNdAko/s72-c/David,+tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-7871492824708913379</id><published>2010-07-25T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:30:51.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drip Dry - A Three Minute Standing Meditation</title><content type='html'>This is a good, short, fun standing meditation practice: Drip dry in the shower! When you finish your shower, turn off the water and just stand there in the basic beginning T'ai Chi position or the "Embrace the Tree" position if you want to try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus your attention on the water running off your body, all over your body, head to feet. It will take about three minutes before the drips really slow down to almost nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax and sink your weight; keep your crown lifted; your tailbone slightly tucked in (pointing down vertically); knees unlocked; palms and fingers open and energized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then have fun and just melt with the water - that's all there is to it. Do it as long as you want; 1,2,3,4,5 minutes, whatever - keep it easy and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-7871492824708913379?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/7871492824708913379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/07/drip-dry-three-minute-standing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/7871492824708913379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/7871492824708913379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/07/drip-dry-three-minute-standing.html' title='Drip Dry - A Three Minute Standing Meditation'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-6039078335207737390</id><published>2010-07-11T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:02:25.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Last Station" - Tolstoy Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TDqFoQ_rxJI/AAAAAAAAANY/Uz9MsX2mnt4/s1600/Much+Ado,DonJohn,1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TDqFoQ_rxJI/AAAAAAAAANY/Uz9MsX2mnt4/s320/Much+Ado,DonJohn,1970.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492849622335079570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a synchronicitous moment to me - having read and been so moved by Tolstoy's short story "The Death of Ivan Ilyich" (see earlier Blog) and then seeing the recent movie about Tolstoy's life and the cult-like movement that grew up around him. The man definitely saw Backstage in Life, and through his writing he brought thousands of people with him on that little backstage tour.    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey everybody - great show don't you think? How would you like a little tour backstage to meet some of the actors and see how we make all the scenery and special effects work?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the movie - read the short story - welcome backstage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want another treat? One of my favorite seeing-backstage-in-Life monologues - Edmund's speech from Eugene O'Neil's otherwise extreeeeemely depressing play: "Long Day's Journey Into Night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've just told me some of the high spots in your memories. Want to hear mine? They're all connected to the sea. Here's one. When I was on the Squarehead square rigger, bound for Buenos Aires. Full moon in the trades. The old hooker driving fourteen knots. I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself - actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, to something greater than my own life, or the life of man, ... to life itself! To God, if you want to put it that way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-6039078335207737390?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/6039078335207737390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-station-tolstoy-movie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/6039078335207737390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/6039078335207737390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-station-tolstoy-movie.html' title='&quot;The Last Station&quot; - Tolstoy Movie'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TDqFoQ_rxJI/AAAAAAAAANY/Uz9MsX2mnt4/s72-c/Much+Ado,DonJohn,1970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-1046751187355730089</id><published>2010-07-02T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:24:00.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer is No Fun if You Don't Play to Win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TC4EXNqiMWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fuC9gSdIDMI/s1600/ShimGumDo6thDan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TC4EXNqiMWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fuC9gSdIDMI/s400/ShimGumDo6thDan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489329792662778210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have heard me say that life is a play, that it is meant to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; play, that one of my absolute goals in life is to have fun with my work, to turn everything into &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;plaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does not mean that I don't take things seriously - nothing is less fun than playing a game where the other side doesn't take it seriously - does not try to win. There are things to absolutely take seriously in 'Play' and things to take lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the fans on the losing side of any of the World Cup games. You'd think life was over and that their entire self worth, as a person and as a nation, were dependent on winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on - it's only a game - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;'s the part that should not be taken seriously. Playing is real, it exists in the 'Now.'  The outcome of the play (winning / losing) is in your head, is an interpretation that you attach importance to (or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; if you really know how to play).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult I really know how to play 'Chutes and Ladders', I can enjoy the game and not be attached to the result. My daughter, Michaela, 3 yrs old at the time, did not know how to play. The game was happiness or tears to her depending on how she was doing - up the ladder = smiles, laughs, giggles, Gooooood feeling. Down the chute = tears, sadness, sorrow - Baaaad feeling. Who enjoyed the game more? I think I did (except for not wanting my daughter to feel sad); my detachment allowed me to have fun without losing perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; is the thrill of the game - testing your skills against a worthy opponent. Why do Red Sox fans hate the Yankees and why do Yankees fans hate just about everyone? How much fun would a game be if the other team always really sucked? I think we should &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; our opponents for being good at what they do - it's a lot more fun for me if the game is really close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game of Life should be played no differently if you want to have fun living it. Take the playing seriously, take the result lightly; enjoy the villains and the obstacles because the game isn't real, at least the part we can see isn't real. The energy of playing is real, the energy behind what you do is real, --- the outward appearance is all smoke and mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaaand... Feeling&lt;/span&gt; is the energy behind what we do. Do you know that you can actually feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; about feeling bad? Next time you feel bad about something, no matter what the cause - actually screw the cause, the cause isn't even important except that it gives you the opportunity to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; - next time you find yourself feeling bad - Reeeeallly let yourself feel bad. Don't tell yourself that you shouldn't feel bad, or that there is anything wrong with feeling bad, or that you'd like to kill the person who 'makes' you feel bad, or that it is somebody's fault for how you feel, or anything other than really just giving yourself permision to feel deeply awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go so deep with it that you even lose the concept of 'bad.' So deep that you are just feeling what you are feeling as pure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt;.  So deep that you eventually come to a place of thanking the 'cause' of your feeling (person or situation)  for the gift of giving you the opportunity to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-1046751187355730089?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/1046751187355730089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/07/soccer-is-no-fun-if-you-dont-play-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/1046751187355730089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/1046751187355730089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/07/soccer-is-no-fun-if-you-dont-play-to.html' title='Soccer is No Fun if You Don&apos;t Play to Win!'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TC4EXNqiMWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fuC9gSdIDMI/s72-c/ShimGumDo6thDan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-6783976233545733152</id><published>2010-06-21T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:40:33.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Really Need to Know I Learned On The Way To Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TB-kALZPokI/AAAAAAAAAMw/q47ZB03hSQ0/s1600/The+Bare+Necessities+of+Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TB-kALZPokI/AAAAAAAAAMw/q47ZB03hSQ0/s400/The+Bare+Necessities+of+Life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485283194126180930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember Robert Fulghum’s wonderful book, “All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten?” A list of lots of simple and universal lessons for getting along in life that we were all taught way back in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would like to modify the advice a bit for spiritual training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first days in school. We could walk to school in those days, even as young as Kindergarten, even in the inner city of Springfield, Massachusetts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to school, there are two streets to cross. The first one, by my home, is supervised by my Italian grandmother, Nonie, and I am free to walk the rest of the way to the Tapley street school, shadowed by Nonie - though I didn’t know that until later - like a guardian angel in black widow’s dress flitting secretively from tree to tree to make sure I was safe - until I reach the cross-walk just before the school. There is a guard there to help us safely across, and there is also something written on the street in BIG, BOLD, yellow fluorescent block letters. I won’t be able to read what this says until sometime later in the year, and I won’t understand the universal, spiritual profundity of the message until well into my adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP! LOOK! LISTEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it. That’s all you need to know in order to get safely across the street as well as safely across the gulf of separation from illusion to the divine union of Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become still, let go of the endless whirl of thoughts and become present to the here and now. Ease off rushing or wanting to be anywhere other than where you are. Be, here, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice what you notice. Pay attention to what is really happening in the here and now; not to what you want to happen or to what you think is happening, but to what is actually going on. Don’t interpret what is going on through the usual filters of judgment; just look at it as what it IS. Ignore the separation of tree, gars, car, person, sky, and just see it all as an intricate play of light, shadow, and… energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to what you are hearing. Sounds without interpretation - just listen - allow vibration in through the ears and try to experience it directly as vibration rather than passing it through the usual filters of interpretation (bird singing, bus engine, person shouting, wind rustling leaves, etc). Treat all sound the way you treat a foreign language - no interpretation of the sounds into meaning, just let the sounds in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEELING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connection, a dissolving of the thin sausage-casing barrier between “I” and “Other.” A melting; an allowing; a letting in and a letting out; a merging; an expansion of my definition of “I” from limited to my body to unlimited, encompassing everything I can see, hear, and FEEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy joy, delight, freedom, play, friskiness, and union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think of anything I would rather have more. And it is simple. No Gurus, no complicated exercises, no special clothing or equipment required. Darn! What am I going to spend my money on then? Ahhhhhhh - come to Italy to deepen the experience of Stop, Look, Listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-6783976233545733152?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/6783976233545733152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-i-really-need-to-know-i-learned-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/6783976233545733152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/6783976233545733152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-i-really-need-to-know-i-learned-on.html' title='All I Really Need to Know I Learned On The Way To Kindergarten'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/TB-kALZPokI/AAAAAAAAAMw/q47ZB03hSQ0/s72-c/The+Bare+Necessities+of+Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-908688902525061770</id><published>2010-05-30T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:21:49.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T'ai Chi is really all about floating</title><content type='html'>At least for me that is the ultimate T'ai Chi experience. I've explored many different aspects of T'ai Chi over my 38 year practice; done standing meditation (like it a lot - great discipline); done the Macro and Micro Cosmic orbits - consciously circulating energy; done loads of Chi Kung exercises for healing and balancing Chi, etc; done push hands; done two-person fighting forms; done the "12 Animal" forms; done LOTS --- AND --- what it all comes down to for me is the delicious, sensual, effortless, expansive, freeing, joyful, melting, ecstatic goose-bump-producing experience of  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;floating&lt;/span&gt; while I do the form. Nothing else provides the high, the well-being, the sheer thrill I seek from this marvelous art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO other exercise even comes close to that experience. I have experienced moments of weightlessness (Roller-coaster and other 'amusement' park rides). T'ai Chi is better. No stomach jarring queasiness, just the light, weightless sensation of floating along - totally connected to the earth and at the same time floating above it - like a kite (One of my favorite T'ai Chi metaphors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really feels like flying, with all the freedom and joyful abandon I associate with flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO other exercise is even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;designed&lt;/span&gt; with that primary purpose in mind - effortless motion. The odd, and seemingly contradictory thing about this is that the floating sensation happens most effectively when I am able to become very heavy, when I let everything drop into the earth, when I totally give into gravity; when I learn how to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extend&lt;/span&gt; energy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; that heaviness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without disturbing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sound esoteric and oh-so mystical - something my teacher, T.T. Liang, might have said to me 30 years ago, leaving me without a clue but mightily impressed with the image. How to extend energy without undue engagement of muscles. It is as simple (but faaaar more profound and subtle in its application) as learning how to engage in regular tasks with less force. How hard do you grip the steering wheel of your car, or hold a pencil, or a toothbrush? Most people do these things with a lot more force than they actually need? Can you do these things with less force?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the basic and simple principle that, when you get waaaay more sophisticated about it, leads to floating .  The next step after brushing your teeth with less force is to do it with more energy (and even less force). Now you are getting closer to the principle of T'ai Chi: less force + more energy = delicious melting. It also equals healing (without having to consciously direct the Chi - Chi is self-intelligent, it doesn't need you to guide it); it also equals spiritual connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep these things short - cuz I HATE to slog through long blogs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and friskiness and thrills to you,&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-908688902525061770?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/908688902525061770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/05/tai-chi-is-really-all-about-floating.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/908688902525061770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/908688902525061770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/05/tai-chi-is-really-all-about-floating.html' title='T&apos;ai Chi is really all about floating'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-2811330421066903387</id><published>2010-05-25T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:21:07.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice just 1 minute a day</title><content type='html'>I am serious here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a minute a day makes a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is made not by the minute you practice but by the commitment you make to do it. Toooo many people stop learning a new skill, whether it be T'ai Chi or piano, because of the inertia caused by the expectation that they need to practice 20, 30, 60 or more minutes a day in order to get 'good' at it. Inertia is overcome by the low requirement of a minute a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can find a minute in which to work on a new skill. And I promise you WILL progress with just a minute a day as long as you make the commitment to do that minute. You will get much better at T'ai Chi than someone who doesn't practice 20, 30, or 60 minutes a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful thing about making a commitment to do something - as my good friend, yoga teacher Andreas Vetsch expresses it - is that all indecision is removed. You commit to practice and that's an end to it - no questions, no exceptions, no extenuating circumstances, no hesitation, no procrastination --- you don't even have to think about it anymore, you don't even consider not-doing your daily practice -- you just DO IT whether you are tired, sick, bored, or engaged in something else you'd rather be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make time for it simply because you have MADE THE COMMITMENT. So simple, so beautiful, such a time and procrastination saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you are not restricted to One Minute; you can, - and eventually you will find yourself doing so because this is such a rewarding and 'feel-good' an art - go longer than a minute. AND your commitment is fulfilled by that one minute - you have done it - you have some consistency in your life around a practice that will make you healthier, more relaxed, more flexible, and more connected to life. try it. It really works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I love your reflections back and will answer all inquiries - until they become so numerous that I don't want to answer them all - but for the moment, my abilities are not taxed beyond endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy practicing!&lt;br /&gt;DZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-2811330421066903387?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/2811330421066903387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/05/practice-just-1-minute-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/2811330421066903387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/2811330421066903387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/05/practice-just-1-minute-day.html' title='Practice just 1 minute a day'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-3536614389259262330</id><published>2010-05-16T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:53:37.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion is the Key to Freedom</title><content type='html'>If I want to be free all I have to do is love everything that arises. One of my favorite Zen sayings is, “True freedom is not getting what you like, it’s liking what you get.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, even not liking what I get is freedom as long as I passionately ‘Not Like’ what I get. Even being depressed over not being able to live my values is freeing if I can passionately embrace the feeling of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any judgment of what I am feeling is a choke-hold on the fuel line that makes my motor run. It can all be gas for the tank, juice the battery, if I allow myself to passionately embrace what I am feeling. Bored? Be passionately bored. Worried? Be passionately worried. Hate my job? Passionately hate my job. Stay with it anyway? Passionately stay with it while hating it. Take the power and the control for all my decisions. Don’t blame myself for anything or make myself feel less for any decision or lack of decision I make. If I feel it all passionately, ANY of it can be the key to my Joy and Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, don’t make anyone else the cause of my feeling. Thank them all for providing the charge for my battery. Want them out of my life? Passionately want them out of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate, disagree with, bored with, angry at – what you are reading? Wonderful! Great energy there for Freedom if you passionately allow yourself that experience. Want to punch somebody in the nose? Great feeling (Don’t have to act on it). Act on it? Great! Get punched back? OW!!!! Wish I hadn’t acted on my impulse? Wonderful feeling – passionately wish I hadn’t acted on my impulse – etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing is NOTHING has to change in the way I live my life in order for me to be free. Don’t have to become a Buddhist or a Republican 0r a vegetarian, or learn to meditate, or become brave, or honest, or ‘better,’ or Aaaanything. Just have to allow myself to be passionate about everything that arises, not choke it off, not be embarrassed about it (unless I allow myself to be passionately embarrassed about it), not ….. well, not ….. ummmm, ok, not NOT ANYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the meaning of another of my favorite Zen sayings: “Before enlightenment,  chop wood and carry water. After enlightenment – chop wood and carry water.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-3536614389259262330?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/3536614389259262330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/05/passion-is-key-to-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/3536614389259262330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/3536614389259262330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/05/passion-is-key-to-freedom.html' title='Passion is the Key to Freedom'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-4025455266242361711</id><published>2010-04-12T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T04:40:36.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Seat from my Ivan Ilych Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/S8MGoZ6TmwI/AAAAAAAAALk/BMLu2U3M2F0/s1600/DSCF3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/S8MGoZ6TmwI/AAAAAAAAALk/BMLu2U3M2F0/s400/DSCF3288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459214464523148034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - It really exists!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-4025455266242361711?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/4025455266242361711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-seat-from-my-ivan-ilych-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/4025455266242361711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/4025455266242361711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-seat-from-my-ivan-ilych-post.html' title='The Love Seat from my Ivan Ilych Post'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/S8MGoZ6TmwI/AAAAAAAAALk/BMLu2U3M2F0/s72-c/DSCF3288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-3424451873174333668</id><published>2010-04-10T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T07:32:53.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolstoy's "The Death of Ivan Ilych"</title><content type='html'>I have just finished reading Tolstoy’s brilliant short story, “The Death of Ivan Ilych” and it occurs to me how ridiculous much of my life is, how unimportant most of it is; not in a depressing way, in a liberating way; not unimportant or ridiculous in what I do but rather in how I do it.  It occurs to me, afresh, that it doesn’t really matter what I do; the only thing that matters is how I do it – do I do it with love (or other versions of ‘Love’ : Presence, play, Joy, attention)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways of NOT doing what I do with love that I am not really going to waste time trying to list them. I am either loving or doing something else that is not-love (worry,  getting it out of the way, has to be done to earn the paycheck, nobody else will do it, expected of me, hate, ad infinitum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On any occasion where I look death in the face, just as with Ivan Ilych, I think mental pain will be more severe than physical pain if I look back and realize that I have not loved enough. It is not just the big love either – mate, children, parents, friends; it is also in the tiny little moments of everyday life, the myriad ‘nows’ in which life happens where I can choose the ‘how’ of love over ‘hows’ that are not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sooooo beautiful, magnificent and perfect; The great equalizer: How we do life matters and What life we do doesn’t matter. The “HaHaHa AHA!” of the suddenly enlightened student who has just been whacked on the head by the Zen master: Ditch digger, doctor, CEO, peon, investment banker, artist, Drill Baby Drill, environmental activist, rich, poor, Muslim, Jew, Christian….. HaHaHa!  It’s all an illusion because it is all just made up from the fabric of “Now.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No belief or activity or line of work is any better, more necessary, or more real than any other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this truly ugly love seat that I bought on a whim from a consignment shop. The woven fabric of the love seat depicts a rustic country scene of farmhouses, roosters, apple trees, dogs frolicking, ducks swimming, and sheep grazing; all done in bright greens, whites, reds, browns, blues and gold. There is SO MUCH going on in that fabric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I kneel on the cushions, get really close to the back of the love seat and I can follow an individual strand of the fabric as it runs its way from left to right all the way across the back. That strand passes through every one of those scenes, becoming each of the bright, contrasting colors. Right now even as I type I have set the laptop on the seat and I follow it through roof tiles, a white bunny, a red tulip, the green leaf of a tree, the bark of the same tree, a red apple, a white dog, a black dog, blue water, a white sheep, and then it repeats the pattern ---  and it is the SAME THREAD. Of course every 16th of an inch the horizontal thread disappears behind another thread running vertically up the back of the seat - the warp and woof of existence. The picture is the illusion made by the dying and weaving of the fabric, the fabric is real.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have in common is so much greater than what divides us; ummmm actually ☺  - we only have in common (the fabric) - what divides us is an illusion (the pictures). Really? OMG, the same thread passes through me AND Sarah Palin? And Osama Bin Laden? AND George Bush? And that mud puddle? And that blue sky? OMFG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does Fabric have to do with Ivan Ilych? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, a life well lived consists of awareness of the fabric of life (Backstage) instead of being caught up in the pretty or ugly pictures created by that fabric. Awareness of the fabric gives me the freedom to enjoy the pictures, the beautiful as well as the ugly, and results in more moments of friskiness, beauty, passion, wild joy, love, Presence and Union.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-3424451873174333668?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/3424451873174333668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/04/tolstoys-death-of-ivan-ilych.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/3424451873174333668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/3424451873174333668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/04/tolstoys-death-of-ivan-ilych.html' title='Tolstoy&apos;s &quot;The Death of Ivan Ilych&quot;'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-7313225654392990023</id><published>2010-04-07T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:01:05.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/S7xlhvT9L4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/X4JZi8a9l2s/s1600/DSCF3277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/S7xlhvT9L4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/X4JZi8a9l2s/s320/DSCF3277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457348478776455042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/S7xlhUTpLNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QkLeAw7jE5s/s1600/DSCF3268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/S7xlhUTpLNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QkLeAw7jE5s/s320/DSCF3268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457348471527386322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/S7xlhK_PKyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iEecmEkBCjA/s1600/DSCF3252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/S7xlhK_PKyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iEecmEkBCjA/s320/DSCF3252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457348469025876770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our new studio in creation (Oops - Bottom to Top of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a loooong time arising:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I really should have been a builder or carpenter, I  love working with my hands and I so love seeing something created by  those hands - something physical and touchable created -  arising out of  the conjunction of raw materials, tools, physical labor and a dream. It  seems to me to be creation in a nutshell. You have a thought/desire and  gradually you bring it into manifestation. All you need are the proper  tools, the material AND the know-how (or learn it while doing) to bring  it about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-7313225654392990023?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/7313225654392990023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/04/construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/7313225654392990023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/7313225654392990023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/04/construction.html' title='Construction'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ql1xPQIJho/S7xlhvT9L4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/X4JZi8a9l2s/s72-c/DSCF3277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-8895403712357262049</id><published>2010-04-05T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T05:21:55.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation is Easy</title><content type='html'>As part of my daily meditation I do a Chi Kung practice known as "Standing Meditation." Although I have twice done the traditional 100 day practice of standing for an hour each day, and for years have done 30 minute daily practices (and for years done nothing too!), these days I do 10 minutes of standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today this re-revelation revisited me: Meditation is actually very easy and enjoyable. It is only difficult when I think I am supposed to be experiencing something other than what is already going on; when I think I am supposed to be One with everything, or blissful, or peaceful, or transcendent, or the you-name-it high we meditators are always chasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I just allow myself to sink into the Now, the Present Moment, and realize that there is absolutely NOTHING to 'get,' - EVER, that "IT" is always right here and available, because "IT" is the ONLY thing really going on anyway - EVER - well then, golly gee - meditation is so damn EASY; just a matter of paying attention and learning how to let go of distraction (Uh oh! "Learning how to let go of distraction" - See? Already there creeps into the Now, something that isn't there ('Learning' something). It can get really tricky - which is why so many monks end up forsaking their practice and even offing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep it simple - just sink into what is already going on - period. Simple - easy - enjoyable - AHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-8895403712357262049?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/8895403712357262049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/04/meditation-is-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/8895403712357262049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/8895403712357262049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/04/meditation-is-easy.html' title='Meditation is Easy'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-9178423804080166950</id><published>2010-03-22T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:11:24.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose of T'ai Chi</title><content type='html'>OK, so now I have been practicing/playing T'ai Chi for 38 years. Wow. Time flies when one has fun. So I am coming in my mind to the deepest purpose of T'ai Chi - to feel good, to feel good in the way that Abraham Hicks talks about feeling good; feeling so good that you attract to you all the things you desire to have in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prepare, structure, arrange, clean up the vibration of your being-ness in such a way that you are in harmony with Source, or what I remember calling, even as long as 30 years ago, your "You." The ultimate purpose of practicing T'ai Chi is that is gives you a very practical, no-nonsense way of feeling good. This goes beyond health and healing although it certainly encompasses both. There is a literal "Thrill" that passes through my body over and over again as I play the form; (yes, "Play!" That is the literal translation of the Chinese word for "Doing" T'ai Chi. You are asked by the Chinese, "Do you play T'ai Chi?"). And the more 'Play' I put into my practice, the greater the Thrill I experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'ai Chi works on a very deep level, touching, tickling, stroking and exercising the physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual 'bodies' all at the same time. It often feels as powerful as making love in terms of the melting nature of the feeling while playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often, during T'ai Chi I will also have insights into the nature of the universe - as a matter of fact, most of my "Aha" spiritual experiences have come during T'ai Chi; the rest while high on some other more immediate, EZ and reliable a drug. T'ai Chi is free (after a while:) and a better friend than those other substances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-9178423804080166950?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/9178423804080166950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/03/purpose-of-tai-chi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/9178423804080166950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/9178423804080166950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/03/purpose-of-tai-chi.html' title='The Purpose of T&apos;ai Chi'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-2986026717531824505</id><published>2010-03-20T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:47:48.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About practices (meditative or not)  that progress to being able to do something that you can't initially do (yoga, T'ai Chi, Triathalons, 100 push-ups, etc): This is from my own experience of pushing myself to extremes  and beyond in search of the effortless:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make it effortless the entire  way&lt;/span&gt;!  I still 'push' myself  but only little pushes - once it starts to  feel onerous I just stop - not worth it - if it doesn't feel good I don't do it -  I do it up until it stops feeling good, then I go just a little bit  further and stop. Each day I do the same thing and little by little I  get up to my desired goal (Stand for an entire hour in one position, or  whatever) effortlessly - I make the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;process&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; effortless as  well as the intended goal (1 hour); To me that is the only  sane way of doing these things. whether yoga, t'ai chi, push-ups, bike riding,  jogging, with ANYTHING that I am trying to increase my 'endurance.'  All  it takes is patience and allowing/letting go, and the result is achieved with a  whole lot more pleasure, less ego, and not a whole lot more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people in yoga classes injuring themselves because they try to do what the teacher is effortlessly doing, even though the teacher tells them to take it at their own pace (Right!). Come on! I see the teacher with her foot wrapped around her neck and the guy next to me is doing it too, so naturally I am going to tear a muscle trying to get as close to the position as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To push for the  extreme as fast as possible means I am not being in the Now moment  during the process and the end becomes more important than the feel-good of the process. I never could see much spiritual in spiritual practices  where the goal is to achieve some seemingly impossible feat of strength,  endurance, etc, but I pushed myself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do that anymore. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; possible to learn as I age. The goal always seems to be able to do it effortlessly,  so why not release the ego right away and make the process effortless  and fun and feel-good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most valued spiritual-guide book has always been: "The Lazy Man's  Guide to Enlightenment." Nothing else makes any sense to me since  everything we need in order to wake up fully is always available to us right now  and only right now - never in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, rather than feeling as if I am lacking something when I see someone doing something I cannot yet do, I just appreciate their effortlessness. When I see someone struggling to do the same thing - I wince.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-2986026717531824505?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/2986026717531824505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/03/about-practices-meditative-or-not-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/2986026717531824505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/2986026717531824505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/03/about-practices-meditative-or-not-that.html' title=''/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-904792299149148759</id><published>2010-03-09T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:35:50.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Transparency, Power and Control</title><content type='html'>I haven't read Warren's Bennis' book on transparency yet but it seems right up my alley. My spiritual take on transparency is that as long as I am protecting any information, ANYTHIIIIIIIINNNNGGG about myself - that information has a certain power over me and binds me because I somehow fear other people finding out about it.  The more transparent I am the more powerful I am. small hiding - small power loss; BIG hiding - BIG power drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all connected to vulnerability - the more vulnerable I am the more powerful I am because there is NOTHING for anybody else to grab onto  to hold over my head as a threat. I cannot be controlled if I have nothing to hide. A group cannot be controlled if they have nothing hidden, an organization cannot be controlled if they are completely open.  Information is power, well............ &lt;u&gt;protected&lt;/u&gt; information is power ......... well, actually ....  priviledged information is control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound Pie-in-the Sky and it IS! AAAANND the Pie and the Sky are real. This hiding stuff and organizational (any organization or company) game playing is just that - a game. A VERY fun game that I also LOVE playing, but I think the point of the game is to wake up from it - it becomes a much more fun game once it is only a game and I no longer take it so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth nothing is hidden anyway - all is transparency - I only think I am hiding stuff and so I blind/blind myself.   I give away my power by hiding anything about who I am, what I think or believe, and how I have acted. I speak of personal power here, not power in terms of controlling someone else. Real power has no need to control. Only scared people need to control... OK so I am scared sometimes too - but I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEEEEEEEEDOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!  as short but powerful Mel Gibson says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-904792299149148759?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/904792299149148759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-transparency-power-and-control.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/904792299149148759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/904792299149148759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-transparency-power-and-control.html' title='On Transparency, Power and Control'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-554433952998031571</id><published>2010-03-03T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:24:28.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT's only and always a Game!</title><content type='html'>First of all, this whole thing we call life is really just a game. We are all playing it and some of the time I actually remember that it IS a game and then all my problems disappear. It is not so EZ to see backstage in the game of life. We take it all too seriously. Why should a mere game cause someone a heart attack? And yet it does - it almost did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT talking about the game of life here - talking about Football - NHL football. Specifically the Superbowl game of 2009. I am not even a football fan but the Patriots, were playing and when I am a fan I am a Patriot's fan. This game was one of the most exciting I have ever watched and the Giants pulled off an almost impossible comeback win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One one of the touchdown runs I cheered so hard, jumping up from the couch and high-fiving Tim VanNess, that my heart pumped sand started o violently that I had to sit down hard and breathe deeply for a few minutes. Wow! Over a game 'game,' not even the game of 'real life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch my daughter get sooooooooo upset over getting behind in Chutes&amp;amp;Ladders. "It's only a game sweetheart" didn't seem to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if we can get so invested in actual games, letting them have such emotional/physical/mental effects on us - how much more difficult is it to stand back from the game of RL (Real Life) and not take it so seriously? In my darkest most despairing, desparate moments my great desire is to be able to step back, breathe and remind myself, "It's only a game."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-554433952998031571?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/554433952998031571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-only-and-always-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/554433952998031571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/554433952998031571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-only-and-always-game.html' title='IT&apos;s only and always a Game!'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518511046599480155.post-8580735304370994691</id><published>2010-02-28T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:54:08.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>WOW as in "Wow my very first entry into the world of blogging (not "Wow" as in "World's of Warcraft" - which btw I have given up for Lent). Going to bed now - early day tomorrow with 53 ft. Semi coming to unload the parts of our new addition (to be a Yoga/T'ai Chi studio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518511046599480155-8580735304370994691?l=chiwizz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/feeds/8580735304370994691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/8580735304370994691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518511046599480155/posts/default/8580735304370994691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiwizz.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>David Zucker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102619935792489874619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZsKQz6yi0NE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Led04-yD8tM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
