Techgnosis!

I recently joined a book group, discussing the book TechGnosis: Myth, Magic, and Mysticism in the Age of Information by Erik Davis, and though I’m not finished yet, I thought I might jot down a few notes why I love this book so much.

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Happy Stomachiversary!

It’s one year ago today that I had my total gastrectomy.  It’s my stomachiversary, or nostomachiversary, depending on what you want to call it.  Oh how things have changed!

On Death - Pt 1

I will always remember the first time I came face to face with my own mortality.  Jo and I had trekked to the bland suburb of Box Hill to get the results of my pre-surgery C/T scan.  The surgeon could barely look me in the eye as he told me the scan had detected a growth in my lung, and my cancer was now inoperable.  I asked if there was any way we could check the results.

Where Are My Yoga Podcasts At?

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it before, but I’m a bit of an information junkie.  I have what I like to call “mini obsessions” about a particular topic, and when I’m invested, I like to learn as much about this topic as I can. My latest mini obsession, Yoga, has become more of a “maxi obsession” (which has sprung up a few more mini obsessions of it's own) since I’ve begun my Yoga Teacher Training, and I’ve scoured the...

Feeling into the Center Line

Often when I meditate, I try to “feel into my centerline.”  By this I mean I try to observe any sensations in the front of my body, from my genitals up into my throat.  Some people believe this is where we store a lot of our emotions, and I agree.  When I get to my stomach area (or rather where my stomach used to be), I feel tightness, hollowness, stuckness.  Emotions come up - feelings of guilt and anxiety.

"Spiritual Teaching"

I recently saw this skit by the hilarious comedy duo The Bondi Hipsters, with their acerbic take on spirituality and meditation (Warning, some of the language and content is NSFW).  I was particularly moved by the last shot on so called “spiritual teachers”:

Living Without a Stomach

My diet wasn’t the worst in the world, but it wasn’t the best either. My parents weren’t much for cooking, and dinner was usually meat and three veg - mashed potatoes and peas and beans with any semblance of nutritional value or flavour boiled away. In addition, I always remember a bottle of coca-cola in the fridge, and ice cream in the freezer.