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Last night I had this really vivid dream of my mother. I was walking through the house when I was struck by the urge to immediately go into her bedroom. I knew I would find her lying in her bed. Sure enough, she was there, asleep on her back, with this cloth cream-colored chinstrap going from under her chin, around the sides of her face, and ending at the crown of her head. I couldn't figure out what it was for.

I sat beside my mom and gently shook her awake. I told her I nice it was to see her. Over the next few minutes I understood that my mom believed herself still to be alive - she left her body in August of 2016 - and that she had this idea she was still living in what had been her home for the last 40 years of her life. She was under the impression that we had been getting together rather often, every other day was the impression I got. I tried as gently as I could to help my mom understand that she had passed away and that it had been months since I last dreamed of her. Se…


I just finished reading the book The Brain Changes Itself, by psychiatrist Norman Doidge, MD, and there is a fair amount of information worth sharing. The book was a gift from my new neighbor who sought to compensate me for giving her my book on nutrition, which Elena has yet to read but I remain optimistic that she will get through The Paradigm Diet eventually. In the meantime we've been cooking together, and the quickest way to learn is not by reading but by doing.

Doidge's tome is essentially about how our thoughts change the structure and function of our brains. This important breakthrough in neuroscience, which supports the neuroplasticity (neuro for nerve cells, plasticity in the sense of changeability) of arguably our most important organ, the cerebrum, overturns a centuries-old belief that the function of the brain's various parts is fixed. For support Doidge draws on the lastest findings in brain science and tells of stroke patients cured, a woman with half a brai…


In giving we receive. And not just in the metaphysical sense that each individual is an aspect of the Self, and so in doing a good deed you are literally benefiting yourself because all is one. There are also hidden gifts in going out of your way to help others. I offer you two instances of this fact which have shined in my own life.

I have a new neighbor. She is a charming Russian woman with a five-year-old daughter, and I find their society delightful. Elena would like to get in better physical shape and asked that I train her. My initial impulse was to decline. I work out about an hour a day and that is more than enough physical exertion for me, even as an observer. But I thought it would be an enjoyable excuse to spend a bit more time together and so I took her to the stairs in the back of my house and walked up and down them with her several times. On the last set I instructed her to climb them as fast as she could and I timed her. It took her 84 seconds to traverse the 120 wood…