Running Piglets and Intestinal Wind: The Poetry of Chinese Medicine

Aikido is a wonderful martial art. The peaceful philosophy of Morihei Ueshiba, the emphasis on mindful perfection of technique, the trance-like state of mental calm, the easeful grace and flow of the circular movements…

But its terminology lacks a little in poetry. To the English-speaking mind terms like Irimi Nage and Nikyo sound exotic and tantalising; it’s a bit of a let-down to discover they mean Entering Throw and Second Teaching respectively. Tenchi Nage is an improvement: Heaven and Earth throw. But on the whole, it’s all rather matter of fact. Efficient, instructive, and direct – yes. And there’s nothing intrinsically wrong with that. But it is a bit dull.

One of the things I love about the Chinese martial arts is the rich use of vivid metaphor. And it’s not just that it’s aesthetically pleasing; the vivid titles of forms and techniques make them easier to learn and remember. When we apply imagination and associative techniques to our learning, our powers of recall improve astronomically.

I’ve been using these kinds of techniques to help memorise acupuncture points. Kidney 1, Liver 5, Heart 7, and Stomach 35 don’t exactly fire the imagination. Bubbling Spring, Woodworm Enters the Groove, Spirit Gate, and Calf’s Nose, however, all draw memorable imagery that also poetically describes the primary function of the point.

Various gong fu styles are famous for their imitation of animal movement. In Xingyiquan we have the Twelve Animal Forms, including some rather unexpected ones such as Chicken and Swallow. In circular Baguazhang we have snake, dragon, tiger, and the same darting, overturning swallow. The linear forms, whilst more literal in general (“adhere”, “fold”, “pierce”, “encircle”), contain some descriptive gems too: Two Immortals Point the Way, Phoenix Robs the Nest, Flower Hidden Under Leaf Palm…

More widely known are the Taijiquan forms: Part the Horse’s Mane, White Snake Creeps Down, White Crane Spreads its Wings, Embrace Tiger Return to Mountain, Buddha’s Warrior Pounds the Mortar…

And then there is Qi Gong. In the Eight Silk Brocades we have Open the Golden Bow and Wise Owl Turns its Head; in the Eighteen Taiji set we have Hawk Flies to the Forest and Scoop Up the Sea, Gaze at the Sky. Even the very notion of “reeling silk” visually and tactilely conveys a sense of continuous, flowing movement, of tensile strength and suppleness, of simultaneous softness and relentlessness.

Such descriptive names suggest not only what the movements are, but also how to perform them and why. All this lends wonderful flavour and imagery to these arts, as well as giving practical hints on their execution, intention, and the quality or “feel” of the movement, and of course serving as a mnemonic aid.

As I learn more about Chinese Medicine, I’m discovering more and more fantastically vivid and unusual terminology, some of it amusing, some profound. What follows is just a small selection…

Running Piglets (Ben Tun Qi)

A form of “rebellious Qi”, or energy moving in the wrong direction, that arises in the abdomen and rises through the torso to disturb the chest and heart with palpitations and a swelling sense of panic. It occurs due to an imbalance between the crucial Fire–Water relationship in the body between the Heart and the Kidneys. Either the Kidneys are overflowing, or the Heart Fire has faded or weakened, and Qi rushes upwards. Today we might simply call it a “panic attack”, but the imagery of a squealing stampede of spooked piglets is so much more compelling.

Running Piglet Syndrome is distinct from Li Ji, another form of rebellious Qi that also manifests as tightness in the abdomen and rises to lodge in the throat. But Li Ji refers to a more vague, internal anxiety or restlessness originating in the Chong Mai (Penetrating Vessel) and is often associated with emotional stress or the menopause.

There is also Plum Pit Qi; a constant feeling of having a lump in the throat, despite a lack of any physical obstruction, which is caused by chronic worry, stagnation, and Phlegm.

Wind, Damp and Phlegm

Wind, Damp and Phlegm are pathogenic factors in Chinese Medicine that can, with the exception of Phlegm, be either external or internal. Wind conditions tend to be sudden and upward-moving in nature, and can either invade the body’s Wei Qi (defensive surface energy) from the exterior, or develop internally from a “vacuum” created by rising Fire or Liver Yang energies.

If you get diagnosed with a case of Intestinal Wind, I’m afraid it’s not just the unfortunate effects of last night’s broad bean curry; it’s early onset haemorrhoids.

Damp is the opposite of Wind: a slow, heavy, sinking, lingering stickiness. Phlegm is similar, except that it is always internal in its aetiology, and is more congealed and condensed than Damp. In its extreme expression it can “mist the mind”, or unbalance the Heart and Spirit, causing psychosis.

A Thousand Coins in the Belly

A feeling of abdominal distension or fullness that occurs when the Dai Mai (Girdling Vessel) is too tight, as though carrying a heavy weight of coins in the belly.

Legs in Cold Water

Persistent cold in the legs and feet, as though you’d been dangling them in a cold lake. Contrary to the previous condition, this is due to a slackness of the Dai Mai, leading to potential prolapse or sciatica. It can result from a weakened core due to Lower Crossed Syndrome, which is often caused by an overly sedentary lifestyle (or the habitual wearing of high heels). The erector spinae group and rectus femoris tighten, while the glutes and rectus abdominus muscles grow weak and soggy. The humble chair has to be one of humankind’s worst inventions…

The Sea of Marrow

The Four Seas within the body are the Sea of Grain, the Sea of Qi, the Sea of Blood, and the Sea of Marrow, into which the twelve primary channels, or “rivers”, flow. The Sea of Grain relates to the Stomach channel, the Sea of Qi to the Lungs, and the Sea of Blood to the Chong Mai.

The Sea of Marrow is associated with the Brain, which is demoted to an “Extraordinary Fu” by Chinese Medicine, and regarded, rather insultingly, as a hollow vessel that stores Yin essence. This Sea also comprises the bone marrow itself, and the entire spinal column and central nervous system. Signs of deficiency of the Sea of Marrow are akin to Kidney deficiency and include such symptoms as a weak lower back and knees, dizziness, blurred vision, and low-pitched, constant tinnitus.

The whole notion of the body as a complex network of streams, rivers and seas is a great metaphor to emphasise the Daoists’ understanding of life as flow and process, rather than as matter and function. Even within the channels themselves we have well points, spring points, stream points, river points, and sea points, reflecting how the Qi gathers, flows, and changes from babbling brook to vast ocean as it moves through the body.

The Gates of Life and Mystery

Many people who know a little about Chinese Medicine or Qi Gong are familiar with the Fire of Ming Men, the Gate of Life. This is the vital energy associated with the Seas of Blood and Marrow, with the Jing (Essence) that sustains life, and with the Original (Yuan) Qi that animates our bodily processes.

The Ming Men Fire is contained by the Kidneys, or sometimes correlated to the right kidney specifically, and therefore to Kidney Yang energy. The Yi Jing trigram for water (the Kidney element) is a Yang line contained within two Yin lines, which represents not only the power hidden within the apparent softness of water, but also the Fire that warms the “cauldron” of the Kidneys and creates the “steam” of Kidney Qi.

Lesser known is the concept of the Xuan Men, or Mystery Gate. This is the “Gate of Darkness” and could perhaps be compared in some respects with the Cloud of Unknowing of Christian mystic literature. In Daoist alchemical practice it refers to the state of mind beyond thought, where the body and mind have entered a profound rest.

Once the more intentional, conscious alchemical techniques have been performed, the experienced meditator can let go and enter a deep, self-maintaining meditation. In this deeply restful state, the nervous system is subdued, the thoughts are quieted, the breath forgotten, and the body completely stilled, so that the internal systems and organs can repair and restore to their optimal functionality. Essentially it is a gateway to greater health and harmony, but also a paradoxically dark window upon higher realisations of spirit and self-nature.

Hun and Po

Each Zang organ has its spiritual aspect in Chinese Medicine. The Heart is the seat of the Shen, or Spirit-Mind; the Spleen houses the Yi, or Intention/Intellect; the Kidneys contain the Zhi, or Willpower; the Lungs house the Po, and the Liver houses the Hun.

The Po is the Corporeal Spirit. It is the Yin, bodily aspect of the soul which forms at conception along with the Jing, or Essence. It is the breath of life, and it dies when the body dies. Disfunction of the Lungs can lead to excessive grief or melancholy that cannot be let go of, and at its extreme this can develop into suicidal ideation and depression of this physical spirit.

At the opposite pole is the Hun – the Ethereal Spirit. It is the Yang, spiritual aspect of the soul, which is eternal; it enters the body after birth and survives it after death. The Hun gives us direction, ambition, imagination, vision, creativity, and inspiration, and its nightly wanderings give us our dreams.

We need both these aspects of spirit, the Yin and the Yang. The image of the Po, pulling us into our bodies and back into the earth, and the Hun pulling us out of our bodies into the world of spirit and subtle energy, is a powerful metaphor that provides for a deep understanding of our inner experience.

Eight Extraordinary Vessels

The Chong Mai, Du Mai (Governing Vessel), Ren Mai (Conception Vessel), Dai Mai, and Yin and Yang linking and stepping vessels, form a network of eight channels that act as reservoirs connecting with the Kidneys, integrate the Extraordinary Fu and Zang Fu, circulate Wei Qi, and regulate the developmental life cycle. They are thought to be the first of the channels that form in utero, and some theories* correlate them directly with the process of embryonic division and development.

The twelve channels pertaining to the Zang Fu (Lung, Large Intestine, Stomach, Spleen, Heart, Small Intestine, Bladder, Kidney, Pericardium, Triple Heater, Gall Bladder and Liver) take supremacy over the Eight Extraordinary Vessels as the infant takes its first breath after birth. Thus, the twelve primary channels are linked to Post-Heaven (Hou Tian) Qi, whilst the eight vessels are associated with Pre-Heaven (Xian Tian) Qi.

The unfolding of these sustaining channels within the developing body is yet another arresting image that not only provides a useful working model for Chinese medical theory but is increasingly supported by the scientific evidence base within modern embryology.

Qi

One of the most mysterious and unique concepts in Chinese Medicine, and martial arts, is Qi. I don’t want to disappear down convoluted theoretical rabbit holes here, but it’s interesting that in Daoist philosophy everything is regarded as a form of Qi.

Everything.

Material form is simply a heavy, embodied form of Qi, whereas spirit and mind are refined forms of Qi. One of the purposes of alchemical practice is to engage in this process of refinement, by turning Jing to Qi to Shen, and thus to raise the body’s energies to a higher vibration.

Indeed, all is process. In the patterns of the universe, from the constellations in the heavens to the gnarled bark of a tree, the unfolding nature of the cosmos is imprinted. Indeed, to some extent Qi could be defined as “process”, although that doesn’t quite capture its essence in full. It is more than that; a palpable, moving energy, an animating force, and the mysterious, fundamental substance of all apparent existence.

There have been many parallels drawn with current ideas in subatomic physics about the fluctuating, “quantum soup” out of which things emerge on mixing with consciousness, but again, I’m not sure it equates perfectly.

One thing that draws me to Daoist thought is that it accepts mystery and is happy to live with it. I certainly don’t reject science’s urge to explore and explain, but mystery is an essential and enriching aspect of life, from which imagination, poetry, and creativity can spring.

We need some mystery in our lives. Perhaps science is the Po to Daoism’s Hun? Perhaps we need them both – Yin and Yang together, locked in their eternal dance. Unshackled from bodily existence, we would be free, but unrooted, wandering in interminable bardos of the spiritual realm. Unshackled from spiritual existence, we would be like rocks – present in our bodies, but mindless, devoid of all the richness of human existence.

Best, then, that Qi remains undefined, untranslated, that its edges stay blurred, that its true nature slips into shadowed corners every time we peer too closely. What use is knowledge at the expense of poetry and mystery?

* For more on this fascinating theory, see The Spark in the Machine, by Dr Daniel Keown (Singing Dragon, 2014).

A Peculiar Case

(An inexpert self-diagnosis)

Pathology: Vision blurring… teeth loosening… floaters in my eyes… look closer… closer… closer still… the amoebous, drifting globules slowly take form… a myriad of microbial Smurfs rising up, up, up in their prismatic, blazing balloons… a shadow… a gargantuan pagan Phlegm-God swings his axe, beheads them all… greedily sucks up their marrow… and grinds to a halt as His ichorous blood congeals… eyes wide, He sticks out His purple tongue at me as He drops through the floor… a foreboding of imminent tsunami… and… squealing piglets scatter out of the hole, eyes rolling, plums lodged in their throats… helpless, magnetised, I plunge into the cracking pentacle ice hole and sink… a thousand gold coins in my belly… down, down, sinking down past groaning, balding, putrid corpses… through the yawning mystery gate… through web-like strands of drifting, nail-tapping ghosts… a deepening darkness… inexorably down… an abyss of unknowing… a presence… alien, familiar, violent, serene… I meet myself… an immense and silent embryo… silver, pupilless eyes flip open… its cavernous nostrils flare and smell my rancid, scorched flesh… exhales… and ten thousand shooting needles impale me, pin me to the ocean floor… and there I stagnate and rot… a shimmering octopus dances past, disinterested… algae drape my skull, blossom in my ears… listen… listen… a diabolical choir of tiny voices… growing louder… louder… and I am overwhelmed… a rushing cacophony of raging microbial Smurfs peel back my flesh… they invade my twisted, feeble veins and steal my straining sinews… snap my tendons and ligaments ping ping ping… ravening, the cackling blue spirits besiege my heart… their mouths open wide revealing serrated teeth… ecstatically they feast… devour me… become me… then… a high-pitched, constant tone… then… Nothing…

Aetiology: Idiopathic, insidious, internal, ineffable, iatrogenic, insane.

Pattern Diagnosis: Excess Chinese Medicine Revision Misting the Mind.

Treatment Principles: Smooth the Liver, Resolve Phlegm, Harmonise Qi, Subdue Yang, Calm the Shen, Open All Eight Extraordinary Vessels, Get a FuZang Grip. 😵‍💫

Echoes

Standing at the bottom of a rocky canyon, the man yells out. But all he hears is his own voice, ricocheting, reverberating, distorting, multiplying, returning – again and again and again and again again again again…

All he hears?

All?

We neglect the echo. We dismiss her importance. Narcissus spurned her. Left her to rot in her own misery. Left her bones to transmute into the living rocks of the canyon. He could only hear his own self; he scorned his Echo.

Pan did not. Pan adulated her song. In jealousy he maddened the shepherds so like wild beasts they hunted her down, ripped her body apart, and strewed her sundered corpse over the land. Still singing. Still resounding. Even in death she sang.

She still exists – an echo…

Listen. The earth still resonates with her song. Listen to the canyon. Listen to the drums, pounding in the cave. Listen to your heartbeat, reflecting the beat of others’.

See this group, this tribe; feel them, their hearts adjusting to align their rhythms. One beat, one rhythm. We are echoes of each other.

Listen to the heart, pounding in the womb. As the embryo divides and forms, eight extraordinary vessels unfurl and reflect the beat of all that has gone before. Fish, amphibian, lizard, mammal, human… all of life on Earth, from before the dawn.

We are all echoes.

Echoes of our ancestors, beating our drums. Yelling.

Echoes of each other. Reflections seen through a kaleidoscope lens. Distorting, multiplying, returning. Hello! hello hello hello hello hello…

In the crucible of meditation, we sit and breathe and focus the mind within. Down into the depths of the body it plunges, down into the autonomic heart of the self. Breath, mind, and body, in perfect resonance. Then…

We are still. We let go. In silence we sit and listen to the echoes.

We let the echoes do their work. Our bodies harmonise with her song.

Our body.

We dance. We move. We nourish, regulate, purge and cleanse, stretching the body, clearing and giving flow to its channels, finding a new harmony. A new song.

Then we are still. We let go. In silence we stand and listen to the echoes.

Stillness. But not nothingness.

There are the echoes. The echoes of movement. Growing fainter. Fainter. Fainter.

Can you still hear her?

Listen.

Grow quieter. Empty out yourself. Quieter, still.

Can you still hear her?

Her song, a web of delicate filaments that hold the entire fragmented world together in harmony. Pluck one strand and the whole instrument reverberates, distorts, multiplies, returns…

Beneath the breath.

Beneath the heartbeat.

Beneath the mind.

Beneath Pan’s maddening flutes.

There, in the flickering cave, the drums cease. The shadows stop dancing. All our ancestors stop and listen. They hold their breath. All the life that ever was pauses to listen to Echo’s silent song.

Standing at the bottom of a rocky canyon, the man yells out. But all he hears is his own voice.

A simple meditation

Sit with the hips open, pelvis elevated, knees grounded.

Relax the gaze and allow the eyelids to gently close.

With a soft focus, pay attention to the breath.

Let the mind follow the breath.

Let the breath grow longer, deeper and slower.

*

Feel the sit bones in contact with the ground.

Feel the weight of the body, and the ground supporting it.

Feel the lower back expand with the in-breath.

Feel for space between the lumbar vertebrae.

Let the breath grow calm and easeful.

*

Allow the upper back to spread.

Allow the shoulders to slope.

Let the elbows, wrists and fingers relax.

Gently draw up the back of the skull.

Let the breath grow soft and quiet.

*

Relax brow, jaw and neck, connecting tongue to upper palate.

Soften the chest and release all tension.

With the skeleton upright, surrender to gravity.

Unbind from the bones and let the flesh hang down.

With mind at ease, allow a smile within.

*

As you breathe in, draw inwards from skin to belly.

As you breathe out, release, sink down.

As you breathe in, contract into your centre.

As you breathe out, relax, sink down, sink deeper.

Breathe to the belly, the mind within.

*

Let go of the breath; let go of the body.

In perfect stillness, sit silently, rest the mind.

When it feels right, rub the hands and eyes.

Slowly open the eyes and move the body.

Bow the head and place the palms together in humility and gratitude.

Aeons present

Breathe in deeply the breath of a myriad beings.

The stomach receives

Emptiness,

The heart reaches out, clutches at

Something.

*

From the outer edges of perception,

Rushing inward,

My inner gods, mischievous spirits,

Laughing because I will not

Listen…

*

Come to take me far away

To realms of mystery,

To flickering caves in deepest time,

In densest shadow,

In dimmest memory.

*

This body unravelling into infinite, silent space,

Gazing outward, gazing

Inward,

Unblinking,

Unthinking.

*

A giant builds eternal temples

Eternally

For the sorceress who dances her circles of madness.

As he labours, he watches as I change –

He builds, whilst I derange.

*

Shifting, I sprout furs, feathers, immaculate, curving horns.

I dance with her, unfettered as he piles the stones,

Dance to his rhythm, sing to his resonance,

Unfurling my soul into worshipful patterns of growth –

The bark-clad stems, reaching out…

*

The barriers fall,

Water rushes in and immerses us all,

Dispersed and intertwined in turbid oceanic currents,

Helpless, lost,

Ecstatic…

*

A drum pounds, the last stone laid.

Now, enter…

Upon the altar, a cuttlefish

Who stares back and shimmers –

What does she see?

*

She adopts my form,

The form of all things,

The formless form,

It is her own…

Recognition.

*

I know this place,

This sacred temple beneath the primordial ocean;

It is my body –

A dream of coiling flames,

A dream, exhaled.

*

A dream,

A dream,

And yet…

It’s been clinical

The best aspect of my degree course in Chinese Medicine so far has been working in the student clinic. Dealing with real patients with real problems, every day has been crammed full of learning and insights. And because it is a fully lived experience, rather than simply reading theory in a textbook, everything that has arisen has stuck vividly and intractably in my memory. I find the theoretical and philosophical aspects of Chinese Medicine fascinating too, but my time in the college clinic has been by far the most enlightening.

All our supervisors have been extremely knowledgeable, patient, supportive, generous, and good-humoured. The atmosphere has always been positive, professional, open, encouraging, and respectful, and the whole experience has made me even more enthusiastic about forging my own path in this wonderful, profound, and intriguing field. There are lots of different kinds of acupuncturists, with different expertise and different approaches to healing, and that’s important to me – to be able to practise in a way that suits me, rather than having to fit a certain mould.

Unfortunately, many vocations have gone in that direction; overly managed, prescribed, and structured, with unending and largely fruitless meetings, patronising supervisions, and arbitrary, unproductive targets. Opportunities for self-expression, experimentation, and spontaneity are suppressed and stifled in favour of paper trails, conformity, justification, and accountability. Largely, it seems to be down to a breakdown of trust.

I’m lucky – my previous roles as a ski instructor and special needs outreach activity worker have afforded me a lot of freedom. As I move on to create my own space in the world of acupuncture, I hope to continue that streak. While it’s good in many ways that acupuncture is becoming more and more recognised as a valid treatment by established healthcare institutions and governing bodies, becoming more accessible and reputable, and more complementary than alternative, it does worry me that acupuncture might become homogenised and standardised in the process. It is crucial that the practitioner is able to work with an open mind and respond to their intuitions. A series of textbook protocols of needle combinations is just not real internal medicine. Every treatment must be tailored for the individual patient.

This is one of the things I have learnt in clinic, that even those patients who return week after week with the same fundamental problem receive a different treatment each time. The pattern has always shifted. The pulse has changed, the symptoms have altered, the psycho-emotional state is different, even if only subtly so. Accordingly, the combination of points we decide upon is different, too. Different channels are targeted, or the points are clustered more locally, or more distally for a more moving treatment. The needles are manipulated differently, or points are selected to affect the body in a different way. It’s as much an art as a science, and a utilitarian, homogenous approach would kill Chinese medicine dead. At the very least, it would be marginalised as a neuron-stimulating, fascia-releasing chronic pain therapy. All the beauty, depth and subtlety would be lost.

What else have I learnt? The importance of a good therapeutic relationship, for one thing. Trust is key. That, and basic, human connection. Maintaining professionalism, but also being able to connect with the patient on a person-to-person level. Two humans in a mutually respectful dialogue, rather than one, better human fixing a broken one. Eye contact. Smiling. Showing you understand. Showing you’re listening, and not judging. Giving the person your full attention. These are crucial to a successful relationship, and, I would argue, crucial to the healing process also.

Having the courage and honesty to acknowledge your own shortcomings and fallibility as a practitioner is essential, too. I can’t be an expert on every ailment and condition, nor should I pretend to be. My speciality is Chinese Medicine strategies and techniques (at least it’s a work in progress!), and whilst a good grasp of Western biomedicine is very desirable, I am unlikely to intimately know every obscure syndrome that presents itself. Certainly, a person who is suffering from a chronic illness is likely to have carried out a lot of research on their own condition before coming to see me. But they probably haven’t considered it through the lens of Chinese Medicine. Or if they have, they will probably have been wearing amateur spectacles.

Even then, I fully acknowledge that I shall only be a fledgling practitioner when I graduate in eighteen months or so. I have merely chipped a few slivers from the vast edifice of Chinese Medicine. Humility and forgiveness will be prominent qualities for the foreseeable future, and so they should remain throughout my career. Shunryu Suzuki wrote profoundly on maintaining a “beginner’s mind”. I will certainly have one of those for a long time to come!

Of course, an acupuncture treatment goes beyond the consultation. There’s the sticking-the-needles-in part, as well. And that is so much more than a purely mechanical process. It’s not just sticking them in! You make contact with the patient. Physical, caring, reassuring contact. Perhaps you warm the area to be needled with a bit of massage – begin to stir and bring the Qi, both through the generation of heat and flow in the channel, but also through drawing the patient’s attention to the area. Then, on inserting the needle you maintain connection with the patient. Maintain communication. And extend your own intention through the needle. Connect with the patient’s Qi. Feel it. Act with purpose.

The shamans of the Amazon basin told the plants they picked why they were picking them. They believed that without this basic communication with the plant, no healing could be achieved. Intention and attention are so fundamental to traditional medicines. It is something largely lost in modern, pharmacological practice. Aspects of mind and spirit are largely disregarded in favour of a purely mechanical model of biology, of existence. I think that is beginning to change. I hope it is.

The mind-states of both practitioner and patient are vital to the efficacy of treatment. We want to activate the parasympathetic nervous response in the patient. We want them to feel calm and safe. A heightened nervous state is not conducive to healing. Similarly, the mind of the acupuncturist must be quiet. They must have Ting – an open, quiet, sensitivity; a focused concentration; a diffuse awareness; a mind that listens. Whether during the consultation, observing and gathering information, or during palpation, or during needle insertion, and extraction in fact, too, there must be a quality of Ting.

For me, one of the marvels of acupuncture, and other somatic therapies like massage and medical Qi Gong, is that pathogens can be released from the body through a wordless process of letting go. Harmful emotions stuck in the tissues or organs can be unblocked and dissipated. The patient doesn’t need psychoanalysis; they don’t need to dwell on their fears, anxieties, disturbing, dislocating memories, or self-deluding narratives – they simply relax and let go, prompted and guided by the touch of a hand, or the motion of a needle. It’s elegant beyond words.

Of course, we should not shut patients down, either. If they have something they need to express verbally, we need to give them space and permission to do so. We need to show empathy and compassion. People’s lives are often seriously impacted by health issues. Physical problems feed emotional problems; emotional trauma feeds physical discomfort. Being fully attentive and open-hearted is fundamental. But we also need to steer them back on course, and move them towards a place of healing, towards a place of harmony and balance.

On the level of practical skills, the student clinic has been invaluable. It is one thing to practice a technique in a classroom environment with fellow students; it’s quite another to work with a real patient. And so much more rewarding. I’ve been fortunate to experience a wide range of procedures. Aside from needling, I’ve been able to practise or observe cupping, auricular acupuncture, acupressure, moxibustion, postural, tongue and pulse diagnosis, ear seeds, Ashi and trigger point location, and electro-acupuncture. The last is of course a relatively modern invention, and I know some more traditionalist practitioners are sceptical of it, but I have seen it produce some incredible results with musculoskeletal complaints.

It’s also been really helpful to practise on certain areas of the body that I didn’t feel confident working with. With the risk of pneumothorax, I was concerned about needling the back and shoulders, but with the guidance of our experienced tutors my mind is easing, if not yet completely at ease. And that’s okay – uncertainty and caution are definitely preferable to reckless incompetence! The scalp was a concern, too, largely because of the lack of soft tissue and my own relative lack of experience and dexterity with needles.

And then there are the simple things. Acquiring good habits for health and hygiene. Operating the couch. Remembering to give the patient an alarm before leaving them to relax with needles in. Being comfortable with the basics lends a certain flow to things, and puts the patient at ease, too.

There are a few specific experiences that have really impressed and inspired me. Seeing some of the supervisors’ skill at diagnosis through palpation of the channels is one. Their sensitivity to what is going on energetically is astounding. I know it will take many years for me to build up that kind of skill. The same applies to pulse diagnosis. They are feeling all kinds of subtle qualities that my own fingertips are currently completely blind to, and of course then they also have the requisite knowledge to be able to insightfully interpret their sensations. Even as the needles are inserted, some keep feeling the pulse and noticing changes needle by needle, observing the effectiveness of the treatment as it happens. It really is an art.

I have also been impressed by the emphasis on selecting an elegant and minimal set of points to needle. Cutting out any overkill. Choosing one point over another because of some secondary effect or utility of its location that should enhance results. Having a nice spread of points throughout the whole body. Working with mind, emotions and spirit as much as with the body and with physical manifestations of illness. Manipulating the Qi like a musician, not just a doctor. Like I say, it really is an art.

Acupressure, too. I think it is a little neglected in favour of needles. I suppose as a working practitioner it makes more practical sense to insert the needles and go off to prepare for the next patient, and of course you only have two hands, and many needles. But for me that was my first real, visceral sensation of another person’s Qi. It took a long time for it to arrive at my fingertip, but when it did it was unmistakable. And the patient feels it, too. A vibration, a pulsing, a throbbing, a dull ache, a feeling of heat, of electric charge. Its expressions are varied, but it certainly isn’t some imagined fiction. It’s palpable.

One final observation. Simply how varied are human bodies. On some people, the spine is pronounced, like a stegosaurus. On others, it’s difficult to distinguish the vertebrae. There is the inelastic squishiness of the flesh in the Spleen Xu (deficient) individual, and the tautness of the pulse in the wiry person with stagnating Liver Qi. There is the drawn body, the varicose, the flabby, the inflated, the brittle, the jumpy, the numb, the tense, the inflamed… and then of course there are all the qualities of character, of emotion, of spirit – it still amazes me that, in spite of its sophistication and complexity on one level, Chinese Medicine manages to account for all the infinite variability of the human condition with a simple overarching framework that has not changed in more than two millennia.

A simple turn of the wheel. Yin to Yang to Yin to Yang to Yin to…

The medicine of posture

Baguazhang is a curious beast. Grounded in the philosophy of the Yi Jing, the eight trigrams and sixty-four hexagrams, it lays claim – at least in some schools of thought – to a profound relationship with the channels and flow of Qi within the body.

And yet, for all its surface appearance as something ancient and tribal – a primitive shamanic circle dance – it is actually a modern phenomenon. Can it really be so meaningful, then? Can it really be so profound? Or are its ties with the oldest book in the world, that classic Book of Changes, of divining the great flow of all things, just a pretext, a ruse?

Dong Haichuan is credited with devising Baguazhang in the early nineteenth century, although of course there are the obligatory legends about it having much earlier roots. The Yi Jing has been around since the start of the first millennium BCE, by some accounts. There are Daoist circle-walking meditation practices, and (more distantly) whirling dervishes, ecstatic dances… wheeling birds and spinning hurricanes…

Taijiquan, with slightly earlier origins (which hazily wobble around the seventeenth century) also heavily correlates certain postures with opening particular lines of energetic release within the body. Single Whip and Roll Back relate to the Heart; White Snake Creeps Down through the Lungs…

But let’s go much further back. In 1973 in Hunan Province a silk painting was found in a tomb dating 168 BCE: the Dao Yin Tu. Dao Yin is a more active precursor to modern Qi Gong – more about release and enlivenment than about nourishing and calming, although probably that too. Essentially, it depicts 44 figures in various postures – Daoist asanas.

And who knows about Yoga? At least another 500 years before the Dao Yin Tu. But it seems likely, I would surmise, that we have been experimenting with posture for millennia; since beginningless time, in fact. From being babies we play with posture, naturally. We experiment. We explore our bodies and their relationship to the world. I suspect humanity has been exploring the significance of posture since its infancy.

Hunched in our tilting, rotating office chairs, and slumped in our sofas, in our own modern era we have lost some connection with the significance of posture. But we can’t escape it. When we grieve we round our shoulders and close and protect our hearts. When we feel connection to others we open up our hearts, we open wide and embrace. Soldiers stand to attention, chests thrust forward. When we are fearful or threatened we curl up, present our bony backs, hug our vulnerable bellies. These things are instinctive. But we can utilise them if we understand them.

In meditation practices – Hindu, Daoist, Buddhist, and no doubt others – there is much emphasis placed on hand position. Certain mudras express certain qualities of mind. If we place our hands near our abdomen we draw downwards and stabilise. If we turn our palms face up on our knees we are open, receiving. Place the palms together, we connect and balance, find harmonious union. And things get complex – a contortionist science in its own right. Although many modern minds ridicule it, of course. But I’m not so sure…

A little exercise might be instructive. Stand with your arms in an embracing posture. Stand there for a good while. Try to relax into it and be still. Let your mind settle into the posture. Listen to what your body feels. Then ask yourself, what is my quality? What has changed? Now turn the palms out. How does that feel? Raise the palms up, overhead. Press them downward. Out to the side. Palms forward; palms back, resting in each one for a while. Each posture has a different quality. It’s subtle, but it’s there, and with a bit of guidance – suggestion if you like – it can be much more profound.

The first of the Eight Silk Brocades (Ba Duan Jin) lifts the sky to harmonise the Triple Heater (San Jiao) and stabilise the Pericardium, or Heart Protector. As the hands rise up and the lungs inhale there is an internal movement that follows, spreading through the cavities of the body and helping its disparate parts to communicate, to become one whole, integral entity. As the hands circle down we exhale and wring out anxiety and defensiveness, and we find stability and external connection. With this in mind, the practice becomes even more powerful. We express ourselves through out bodies, through their movements.

Mind, breath, body, emotion, energy. All moving together. One session might not make much difference. But a daily practice over years…? It takes time for the body to open, for stuck emotions to release, for energy to move. I wonder – maybe the claims that Bagua circle walking postures relate so closely to our internal workings are not so fanciful after all?

In his book, Bagua Circle Walking Nei Gong (Outskirts Press, 2012), acupuncturist and Baguazhang practitioner Tom Bisio draws a very direct parallel between certain postures and their effects. Upholding the Heavens opens the Stomach channel and benefits digestion, for example. At first I thought this was a bit of a leap of faith, to say this palm cures this, and this palm cures that. Postures aren’t medicine… are they?

A skilled acupuncturist can run their fingers along a channel and feel the blockage. Their diagnosis is guided by palpation as much as by interrogation, observation, and intuition. The gutter is blocked, so we’ll clear out the mulch that’s gathered here, and water will flow again. Energy will flow. In Nei Gong we stretch open the palm and physically open Lao Gong. It’s not so vague and ‘spiritual’ as some people might assume. At least not in the beginning. We work with something we know, or should know – our bodies.

And so, by walking the circle with arms raised in Spear Holding posture, we connect with the Kidney and Heart channels, with rising Fire. By Downward Pressing the palms we stretch Du Mai and Ren Mai. We sink to Earth; to ultimate Yin. And so on, each mother palm carefully constructed to work with a particular energy, with a particular organ meridian in the body. A sophisticated and complete system.

Is this medicine? In a sense, yes, it is. Particularly when you consider preventative medicine. Try walking hunched for a year and see how you feel. Feel how you contract, stagnate – physically, emotionally. By lengthening and aligning with gravity, finding ease in body and mind, walking with precision and gracefulness, moving with fluidity and power, we promote vitality, flow, organ function, internal connectivity. When these qualities manifest it’s hard for illness to get a foothold. It is simply washed away.

By walking the circle we create the correct conditions in the body for healing. We lengthen the tendons, relax the tissues, work the spine, open the relevant sinew channels in the body, suggest something to the mind, and walk. Trancelike, we walk. Alert, aware – but mesmerised, absorbed – we walk.

For millennia mankind has known the power of posture. Perhaps in some dark cave of prehistory primitive man was walking the circle, arms outstretched. Shadows dancing, drums beating. Or in silence, bar his beating heart and his rhythmic, echoing steps. Walking, walking – absorbed into his inner being. A walk of health, of life, of vitality. Perhaps not so primitive

Contemplations in hibernation

Uncertain steps…

As 2021 draws to a close, it is an opportunity to move downwards and inwards, to rest in the hammock formed by the bottom of the wheel of the seasons; an opportunity to reflect, be still, and perhaps begin to tentatively plant the first tender seeds for the coming year. It is a time to conserve, be slow, be rooted, and unhurried, but also a time to lazily scan the horizon of a coming Spring, and to soak up the most worthwhile nutrients from the year just gone. There’s no need to go running ahead; it’s best to take some time and enjoy the dark womb of Winter. But at the same time it would be foolish to cut the ropes that tie us to what has passed, or to drift blindly into the new year.

For me it has been a year of exponential growth. Too much, perhaps. So far as possible I would like next year to emphasise consolidation, deepening, and a clipping of unnecessary, complicating shoots. I have been amazed at quite how much I have been able to soak up. In the social lockdowns that brought many things to a clanking, screeching halt since the spring of 2020, my life underwent a kind of acceleration. I have been a sponge for so much, but without consolidation I am in danger of leaking it all back out. I need to integrate things into a more solid routine, and make what I have learnt a part of my being. Some things have gone that way. Others have not. But I’m realistic, too.

When I list things out it becomes starkly apparent how much has gone in over the last two years: much of the Chen style taijiquan form; Xingyi five elements and many of the animal forms; the entire Wing Chun system; various Qi Gong or Dao Yin sets; yoga asanas and nascent Daoist Neidan techniques; Gao style Baguazhang circle walking and nearly half the 64 linear forms; and of course a flood of information from my degree course in Chinese Medicine and acupuncture. Eagerly I’ve soaked it all in, along with continuing existing practices like Zheng Manqing. Yes, certain things have fallen to the wayside. I can remember little Aikido, despite religiously practising bokken before the virus struck. And my wooden dummy form is a hesitant parody at best. But then, Baguazhang for example I have assimilated with enthusiasm and there is rarely a day goes by that I’m not walking my solitary tribal circle dance. What felt alien and bizarre not so long ago now feels… right, even necessary. Although we need them to function, to some extent, unconscious habits can often be bad; but conscious, wakeful rituals are a crucial element of human existence, and sorely lacking in many ways from the modern Western world.

For me, having a daily practice of taiji, bagua and meditation has been an anchor. I remember standing in San Ti Shi on balmy summer evenings, bats skimming my head, the air full of the scents of heather and garden flowers. Feeling like I was really present. In sacred communion with the world, with Nature. Stars glinting through the passing dusk. And I, stood there, with keen attention and diffuse awareness. I wonder what I was to the bats. Anything? But when we allow ourselves to wander unconsciously into the world of blue-lit flickering screens, endless scrolling and the turbulent morass of current affairs, opinion and conflict, we miss this presence. The universe speaks to us. It sings to us. But we rarely listen.

Studying acupuncture has been fascinating and intensely enjoyable. And yet, with having to hold down a full time job too, I feel ever in need of more time, more space, more energy. Meditation has been essential for that; for keeping things settled and tethered; for giving a sense of spaciousness. Breathing room. Also, regular exercise like running has helped to keep me feeling vital and able to cope. Our nervous systems are chemical beasts, and to push on mentally beyond the limits of our reserves only leaves us drained, irritable, anxious – even ill. I’ve done okay, I think, but I do need to reign things in. I go to absurd lengths sometimes; I convert our regular Dungeons & Dragons games into full prose epic (and comedic) retellings; I create maps and histories and mythologies; and I spend precious time writing this blog! But it helps to gather my thoughts. And hopefully it helps others to gather theirs, or relate in some way, perhaps. So some things need trimming, certainly, but I’m not prepared to pull any plants out yet. If things start drooping and going rotten, then… I’ve pushed this metaphor too far…

It’s important to acknowledge where you are, and to be comfortable with it, too. Yes, we all inevitably move towards goals. If we stay put we fester. We are dopamine-driven beasts. But you have to find reward along the way. I’m trying to avoid saying ‘enjoy the journey’. (I failed.) At the moment I’m looking up at a vast edifice. I’m a little goat looking up at the immense mountain of Chinese Medicine. And that’s intimidating. But it’s also exciting. It’s important to be able to look at things with a dual perspective. If I stay still for millennia that mountain will roll over me like a wave and crush me, but if I just look up and appreciate it for a little while, and begin my journey with careful steps, looking to the next ridgeline and not the summit, then suddenly that mountain isn’t so scary. There will be some squalls and moments of uncertainty I’m sure, but with determination and lightness the highest peaks are reachable. Determination and lightness. A dual mindset. Flipping, transforming, consuming and feeding each other. Yin and Yang.

It wasn’t always like this for me. Life got very stagnant at one point. I needed a new challenge, a sense of purpose, of meaning. I was unhappily adrift, but too stuck to do anything about it. It took engaging with these Chinese internal arts and philosophies to dig myself out of my self-made ruts. Connecting mind and body, breathing, listening inside, and simply breaking old neuronal pathways, and engaging with something new. Now I feel as though I can create myself anew, from fresh clay, and as much as some old tunnels of thought haven’t yet fully collapsed, I rarely venture down them. It’s better in the light.

But now we’re in the dark. It’s winter. Days are short. But that’s good too. I don’t envy people living in California, with pretty much one season all year round. I think the seasonal cycle is something that really connects us to the world. It’s healthy to be aware of it and to move with it. Of course, Chinese Medicine is closely tied to the seasons. Five Phase (Wu Xing) theory is an elegant model. Elegant because it acknowledges that what circles outside of us also circles within. We are a microcosm of the greater universe we perceive. When we attend to it, we attend to ourselves. When we attend to ourselves, we attend to the cosmos.

New Age horseshit? I might have said so twenty years ago. Now I’m more open-minded. Sceptical, but open-minded. The scientific approach is a good model to adopt, I think. Try it, test it, even if it seems mad. See if it fits. If something doesn’t fit, throw it out. But if it fits, then it’s probably a good idea to throw out what you had before. Newton served us well, but Einstein was better. Even Einstein thought quantum mechanics was too crazy to be true, from what I understand, but nonetheless here we are, with a comprehension of galaxies and black holes and subatomic particles that verges on the incomprehensible. We know quantum physics works, but we don’t know understand it. Waves of Yin and Yang undulating through the Qi of the cosmos. The Taiji of cosmic background radiation making electromagnetic poles from the Wuji of the singularity. The ten thousand things coming into being…

It seems to me it’s just different language expressing the same thing, the same fundamental nature of existence. Yin Yang theory is poetry, wisdom, and science. It speaks to me, anyway. Which is a good thing since it’s the basis of pretty much everything I do. Perhaps I lean on it too much? And why am I pursuing this ‘alternative’, voodoo vocation, anyway? Winter is the time for such consideration. The need for something that resonates with me, something I can become, something that can become me. Without getting too morbid, it’s a great motivator to consider your death bed. Your mortality. It’s easy to forget. It’s easy to become mired, too. But project forwards to your last breaths. Looking back and seeing either a life squandered, or a life lived. It’s an excellent antidote to laziness. And it provides perspective, too. Reveals what really matters. Tibetan Buddhists contemplate death as a formal practice. I’m sure many other religions and animistic or shamanic traditions do, too. Thinking on death is good for you. In the right measure, of course. Like everything else in life, it’s about finding what’s appropriate. How can I navigate this skilfully? Do I need more Yang, more energy, more outgoing, more activity; or more Yin, more density and softening, more passivity and stillness? Do I need my senses to look outward? Or do I need to look inward? So many of us are looking outwards all the time. Interoception is a skill that we could all do with a lot more of in the West. Daoist meditation emphasises embodiment, listening to our bodies, to our organs; listening to our minds, to our thoughts. Ask yourself, what is here? Don’t answer. Just ask, and listen.

I’ve been learning the Eight Silk Brocades (Ba Duan Jin) Qi Gong sequence. The name is telling. Evocative. Silk is soft, luxurious, sensuous. But it’s also tensile and strong. In taijiquan we ‘reel silk’. Coiling. Continuous. Flowing. Snakes and dragons are frequent icons in Chinese internal arts. Relaxed power. Soaring, diving, creeping, rushing, sleeping. Malleable and yielding, but relentless and unbreakable. Like water, like silk. Like so much of the world around us. Look at a pine tree. Look how it droops. Soft-shouldered. Heavy. Relaxed. It lets the wind pass through. It lets the breeze stir its boughs. But it’s strong. Its roots go deep. It grows with relentless power. And just try pushing it over. This is the kind of health that Qi Gong practice aims to foster. We nourish ourselves. Don’t burn yourself out on gym machines and computer screens. Look at your dog. He knows just how to move, and how much. He knows how to stretch. He knows how important it is. He engages his muscles, he lengthens, and he releases. It’s instinctive. Natural. So acknowledge your body’s need. Accept and explore your somatic nature. Again, just ask – and listen.

So we are two forces, two poles forever shifting their balance. We are striving, grasping, driven by dopamine, looking outwards, looking for reward; but we are also nurturing and loving, driven by serotonin, looking inwards, looking for connection and love. We have to admit it all, the dark and the light. We are a circulation. A circulation of air. A circulation of blood. A circulation of lymph. A circulation of Qi. Lung, Large Intestine, Stomach, Spleen, Heart, Small Intestine, Bladder, Kidney, Pericardium, Triple Heater, Gall Bladder Liver, Lung, Large Intestine… round and round, but never the same, always manifesting a new now. Fluid, regenerating, creating a new present. Cycling from Yin to Yang to Yin to Yang to Yin. And so is everything all around us. That’s why breathing practices can be so profound. We take a moment to absorb into our most obvious and fundamental cyclic exchange with the universe. Enjoy it. Appreciate it.

But we can never stay there. We have to move. There is a pervasive trend in ‘alternative’ thought for putting peacefulness on a pedestal. Our goal is peace. To always be peaceful. I’m not so sure. I think it’s important to not be peaceful sometimes. When it’s appropriate. Of course, that mindful awareness is needed. Don’t lose your mind in dis-ease. Don’t lose yourself to anger, to fear. Remain aware. Remain conscious. Perhaps awareness, then, would be a better goal. But whatever you pick, you bring its opposite into being. Duality is the nature of things as we perceive them. Circularity is the way things unfold. And to find harmony with that circuit is the skilful navigation of life. No preference. Nothing in particular. Not nothing, either. Just an awareness and a skilful navigation. Careful steps. Tentative steps. Do what is appropriate. That’s it. We need both our inner awareness and outer awareness to recognise what we must do, and how. We must ask ourselves, Where am I right now? What is my quality? What do I need? Work or rest? Ritual or spontaneity? To look in or to look out? To be alone, or to be with others? Life is not so much a balancing act, in the sense of questing to find stasis at some imagined central hub of perfection, but a skilful (or not so skilful!) movement from one pole to the other. From Yin to Yang. From Yang to Yin. If we can transform our energy with awareness, wisdom and skill, then that I think is something close to Wu-Wei, non-doing. Living naturally, freely, without delusion, and with Dao.

Trouble is, that’s asking a lot! There aren’t very many people with that level of skill around. I’m certainly not one. This is something that would take a lifetime, or many lifetimes, to realise. So we must set about things with some degree of intention. We mere mortals have to do something. And wherever our attention rests, something responds, something is created. For me, doing something has been sticking needles in people and walking round in circles like a becalmed lunatic. Touch the little acu-cave and listen. Wait, with the mind present, and the Qi comes. It’s not some imaginary force, or some black magic – it’s palpable. Primal. There’s something very primal in bagua circle walking too. Something primordial and innately satisfying. It echoes the basic quality of the universe. Resonates with it. To loosely quote Black Elk:

Every single thing a warrior does is in a circle,

And that is because the power of the world always works in circles,

And tries to be round.

The sky is round, and I have heard the earth is round, and so are all the stars.

The wind in its greatest power whirls,

And birds make their nests in circles,

For theirs is the same religion as ours.

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back to where they were.

The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood,

And so it is in everything where power moves.

When I first started learning taijiquan, it seemed peculiar, but it felt good, and something resonated with me. Even further back, in my twenties, I read D.T. Suzuki’s book on Zen and was so baffled, and yet so sure I was reading about something profoundly fundamental. Some ineffable wisdom that could only be expressed by silence, by a resonating bell, by a sharp crack from a cane! Something lost in translation, inexpressible in words. But back then I didn’t have the discipline, or the maturity, or the concentration to pursue anything beyond an intellectual understanding. Intellectual understanding – word-knowledge – was all I knew. But words, while sometimes beautiful and profound, put up a barrier between us and direct apprehension of things. By its nature language relies on the relation of subject to object, of this to that, or me to you, of I to everything else. Through thought we create ourselves as ideas. Through thought we narrate ourselves into existence. And back out again. But that’s not how things really are. Subject and object combine and annihilate each other in a moment of clarity, of emptiness, of Moksha, of Kong. Nothing arises of its own accord; everything intertwines. All is process; nothing stands alone for an instant. And yet, here it is. You write it in words and it sounds crazy, but it’s true. We only think we exist. We do exist, but not as we think. There is a bigger process …But I’m getting carried away. This is futile, trying to write about it. The important thing is experience, and through embodied practices – martial arts, Qi Gong, Nei Gong – we have means to connect with what’s real. Our dense, fragile bodies are a vehicle towards enlightenment. Towards refinement and subtlety. Towards finer energies and greater satisfaction, greater health… towards unity. And, at its pinnacle, with something we might call divine.

To make internal practices and Chinese Medicine an integral part of my life has been a way to immerse myself in all this. To not be split. To not have a job that I resent for drawing me away from what seems important or intriguing. I could happily sit here and write about being motivated by a life of service, of helping others, of healing others. The Vow of the Bodhisattva. But in all candidness, that’s not really it. I mean, that’s wonderful, to help others, but that’s not it, in truth. There is no noble calling. If anything, I would say my motivation is kind of selfish. I am motivated towards my own better emotional and physical health. I participate in all these practices, which are largely solitary outside of lessons and clubs, because they make me feel good. But when I’m uplifted, that good feeling goes out to others around me. Like ripples spreading out from a pebble dropped into a serene pool. You can’t help anyone if you’re miserable. You have to look after yourself to help others. Happiness is contagious, but so is misery. You gotta love yourself, man. (Hippy accent.)

There are more mundane reasons too, naturally, for pursuing a career in acupuncture. Greater financial independence. Be my own boss. Be challenged. Develop skill and intuition. Forge an identity. A purpose. Be able to say, “I’m a…” rather than just, “I work as a…”. There’s a difference. But mostly I think it’s about getting up and feeling enthused about what you’re doing. Believing in it. Wanting to do it, rather than doing it because you have to. Most people work with a simmering resentment, a needling frustration, or a hopeless apathy. Or they just numb themselves to it. Or they normalise depression. Or lie to themselves. Next year it’ll be different. If I can just reach this goal… almost there… almost! No, you need to find something you’re passionate about. That’s the secret to getting out of the rat race. To getting out of the gutter. You’ve got to connect to your heart. You’ve got to connect to your gut.

Some say the heart has its own sort of primitive consciousness. Some call the gut our second brain. Maybe they’re not so primitive. Maybe that’s the arrogance of the brain. Chinese Medicine puts many things in the domain of our visceral organs. Fearfulness is disharmony of the kidneys. An inability to let go is disharmony of the lungs. Pensiveness and preoccupation, the spleen. Anxiety and mistrust, the heart. Irritability, frustration, anger – the liver. I simplify a little, but the point is we are whole beings, not just walking, talking brains. We live too much in our heads. Planning. Analysing. Ruminating. Projecting. Worrying. Thinking. Arguing. Reacting. Emoting. Fragmenting. Splintering. Stagnating. We’re stressed out, burnt out, bummed out, pissed off. We kicked out our imagination and set fire to our dreams.

This will do, we think. Just leave me alone and let me go quietly. Wealth, respect, family, security; that’s all. I’m not belittling those things – they’re important, but they’re not everything. Certainly, we need to feel we have a right to exist, to occupy our space without apology, without guilt. To belong. Yes, absolutely we do. That is essential. That is like Peng Jin. Here we are, like an inflatable ball bobbing on a swimming pool. Push us down and here we are still – immovable, present, relaxed. But for most people it is a struggle just to exist; this simple way of being mutates into self-doubt, self-absorption, self-delusion, self-hatred. It’s rife. That’s the real pandemic. Some people aren’t capable of being alone. Of loving themselves. Even of liking themselves, never mind others. People are isolated – from each other, from themselves, from the world around them. Needy little balls of discomfort, crying out, or lashing out. A disconnection propagated by circular, delusional thinking. People are trapped in their own heads. Lost. Frightened. Separated from reality.

Wouldn’t it be better to merge with it? When you lose yourself, when you become an empty vessel, whether that be through trance, meditation, ecstasy, artistic flow, then all this delusion falls away. You are absorbed, and there is nothing else but the present. No sense of self, even – just this, here, now. Wonder. Awe. Love. Lightness. Generosity. Gratitude. Acceptance. Transcendence. Possibility and kindness. But you can’t force creativity and compassion; they have to flow, and from a source that is both beyond and within yourself. Through grace they fill you up and spill out. Yet all too often they are perverted by our own lack of wisdom, of self-awareness. We yearn for ease, for connection. But in that futile, misdirected quest, in the process of that eternal yearning, we reach out for succour, and grasp at shadows. We’re infantilised by own technology, disconnected by our own hyper-connection. Wired into permanent fight or flight. Bombarded by messages that tell us we’re lacking; that we need something out there, something that if we only had it, if we only ran a little faster, pushed a little harder, then we’d be complete. Then we’d be satisfied. Then we could stop chasing ghosts and start to live. But it’s nonsense. It’s a receding horizon. Our real potential is within us. And I’m not saying it’s easy. It’s not easy to sit and do nothing. There’s so much to do! How can I sit and do nothing? But it’s the only way to relax deeply. Being entertained, being distracted, being indulged – that is not relaxation: it’s stimulation. We must start by looking inside. Find some ease. Find some space. Relax, and let go.

Once I was sitting silently. Really still. A timeless, soothing nothingness. Almost paralysed; just listening inward. My breath was deep within me. It wouldn’t disturb a cigarette paper. My mind had washed down through me like something palpable, something heavy. My external posture was quiet, upright, aligned. Internally I was sinking down, releasing, surrendering to gravity. Like the pine tree. Upright trunk. Drooping branches. Everything condensing into my lower abdomen. Breath. Mind. Body. Gathering in, then sinking lower. Denser and denser. Quieter and quieter. And in that place of stillness, a little seed of movement. A little whirr of heat. A little lightness.

I have to sit a long time to feel anything. If my intention is too strong – nothing. Too weak – nothing. It takes a lot of practice, a lot of skill that I can’t profess to having acquired yet, but I believe we can grow that little seed of movement. The blinking white eye of Yang emerging in the expansive, dark field of Yin. At first it’s a mote, a speck. One movement of mind, one little breeze, and it’s gone. But with dedication and perseverance, that Yang can be nurtured and cultivated to nourish the whole system of body and mind. To bring unity to our being. Health is not just being ‘not sick’. Health is something we can feed and grow. That’s why Chinese Medicine appeals so much to me. It’s not about fixing people. It’s not about plugging holes; it’s about building a better boat. It’s looking at the whole picture. A person presents not with a disease, but with a pattern of disharmony. As acupuncturists, we assess the pattern and prompt the body towards healing itself, towards changing the pattern, raising its frequency, returning to a more harmonic state. We can always find greater and greater harmony. There is no perfect health.

It’s the same walking the bagua circle. There is no perfect form. Perfection is an elusive master, but one worth following. Curiosity. Analysis. Intuition. It’s about feeling it out. Adjusting. Settling. Searching. Changing. Placing the mind here, on smoothness, or fluidity, or on placing the feet, or maintaining a panoramic awareness. Feel this sinew channel opening. Feel that internal connection from foot to hand. Tune the mind to more alertness, or to greater calm. Passive; active; relaxed, tensed; pulling, pushing; outward, inward; dark, light; left, right; Yin. Yang. Always turning. Always questioning. Never satisfied. Because when we’re satisfied, we stop. We switch off. We become stuck. We stagnate. We cease to move with the Dao. And then we suffer.

On New Year’s Eve, the fireworks blaze and crackle, hailing 2022. All across the land, an eruption of noise and colour. A ritual. A communion. A panoramic cacophony of tribal drums to mark spotless, eternal Time. An acknowledgement of its passing. The wheel turns. A celebration of change, and an explosion of hope for the Spring. My hope? To have sufficient awareness to plant the right seeds in the right places. Enough darkness. Enough sunlight. Enough moisture and enough minerals. To bed down deeply in rich and plentiful soil, and let things unfold. To know when to dial things down, to step back and reduce; to know when to rise up, move forwards and increase. To know when to not know. To become a master of circles and needles! Okay, perhaps not a master. Just to sprout some healthy shoots would be a good result.

It’s a long way up that mountain, but here’s a step.

Nourishing seeds: Neuroplasticity and skilful living

If you were to ask a randomised group of people what the meaning of life is, or their life’s purpose, I suspect you would be met by a plethora of answers. Happiness, wealth, health, friendship, kindness, procreation, progress, pleasure, success, security… I’m sure there are more I haven’t considered. I think all have their merits. But how do we go about fulfilling this purpose or meaning, however we might define it? Well, we have to live skilfully. There’s no use in bashing away at our life’s potential shape with a blunt rock. A much wiser course of action would be to take a sharp chisel and tap away with precision and finesse. The resulting statue will be far finer.

To put it in less pretty and metaphorical terms, we have to find a way to navigate our lives that will lead naturally to the outcomes we desire. We have to create the correct conditions in order for a certain result to manifest. We need to put down strong roots, to have a firm foundation; a baseline of skill that will serve us as we apply our tools. And as we grow, we have to stay pliant and adaptable, like a new, green branch. Rigidity is a characteristic of death; suppleness is a mark of life.

If we want a seed to germinate and sprout, we need to ensure the ideal environment for that seed; the best soil, with the right amount of nutrients, the right amount of moisture, and so on. This seems like an obvious statement, and yet so many of us go about our day to day lives paying little attention to these conditions, while wondering why our lives are not turning out the way we had hoped. We keep trying futilely to fit through the same narrow gap, without thinking to change the angle. Or we stop trying altogether. The result can frequently be a narrative of victimhood, of unfairness, of resentment, of blaming the world when in truth it is our own behaviour that has worked against us. Our own lack of attention and flexibility. Often, we are our own worst enemies.

I believe that much of our own self-created suffering is rooted in our inability to live consciously. We think we are awake and aware, but really we are acting in a very unconscious way, and this only gets worse as we age. It is a cliché to say that the years slip by more quickly as we get older. I think in part this is because increasingly our lives become a series of repeated, unconscious habits. We find ways of dealing with things that seem to work, and we stick to them. We become rigid in our responses, set in our ways. We fall into routines, into habitual ways of thinking. We plough the same furrows, and they grow ever deeper, until we can no longer see over the sides. Our view becomes narrower, more linear. And we stop challenging ourselves, because, hey, life is hard enough as it is, right? I have to hold down this job, feed my family, fulfil my obligations… why would I seek to make life more difficult for myself? This works, more or less – why fix it? And yet, when the day is done, there is that nagging sense of dissatisfaction. Those what ifs, bubbling underneath. That feeling that life is slipping you by, and you somehow ended up in the passenger seat. You gave up. You settled. You didn’t fulfil your potential. Oh well, it’s too late now…

Is it?

There are ways to turn things around. Ways that are embedded in traditional Chinese health practices. These methods have little to do with what’s out there, with all those things you’ve been happily blaming for your mediocrity. Your external environment is important, of course. Your job, your relationships, the physical climate you live in – all these things will impact on you. But your most viable solution is to change yourself. “Yeah, I’ve tried that – didn’t work. I’m back to my old self,” you might say. But that’s probably because you only tried to change one or two things. Or you picked the wrong things to focus on. Maybe you changed your diet. Or you started going to the gym. Or both. But it fizzled out, and here you are again. Except this time round you feel even more stuck. Even more jaded. What is required is to change everything. And what I mean by that, is you have to change your whole waking experience, from moment to moment. Pull yourself out by the roots and find more fertile internal ground. In short, you have to engineer your mind to think differently – more consciously.

There are some very specific ways in which we can set about achieving this. First, let’s start with the most obvious, material component we have to work with: the body. We tend to think of ourselves, our being, in terms of our thinking minds, and treat our bodies as tools through which our minds interact with the world, vessels that contain and transport our minds. We live in our heads. “I am in here”, we say, tapping our skulls. But what if this were an incorrect model? What if our bodies were our minds?

This isn’t as crazy as it might at first appear. There has already been some fascinating scientific research that suggests the heart possesses its own rudimentary (or perhaps not so crude?) sort of consciousness, as does the lower abdomens, which has been termed our second brain. Both these regions house large portions of our autonomic nervous system, crucial to operating our fundamental, automatic operations, such as organ function and hormone release. This is a striking parallel to the Chinese model, which identifies three significant fields of energy in the body: the Xia Dan Tian, Zhong Dan Tian, and Shang Dan Tian, or lower, middle, and upper elixir fields. One characteristic technique of Daoist meditation is to move our awareness from one field to another, or indeed spread it through the entire body, so that we no longer feel we are trapped in our heads.

Anyway, whether this parallel holds up or not, we all know instinctively that our bodies, and not just our facial expressions, betray our emotional states. Think of a cartoon, or even a stick figure. You could show someone a simple figure in a particular posture, and that person would be able to say with confidence what state of mind that figure was in. Standing tall, chest thrust out? Confident. Self-assured. Hunched over, head dropped forward? Depressed. Anxious. Perhaps grieving, or nervous. If the artist was good, you could probably identify which of these options was the most accurate.

We have a whole metaphorical language of mind based in our bodies. Courage is guts. So is instinct. We are sick with envy, or filled with bile. Much of it goes beyond metaphor. We actually, viscerally feel it. We feel love in our hearts. Fear in the pit of the stomach. Nerves in the belly, like butterflies. Sadness is a lump in the throat. In Europe, the humoral system of medicine, based upon bodily fluids, has existed in various forms since ancient times, and was the prevalent medical model in the Medieval period. In Chinese medicine, Five Element (or Five Phase, Wu Xing) theory ties aspects of mind inextricably to energetic organ networks in the body. If you are suffering from anxiety or insomnia, there are acupuncture points on your wrist, along your Heart channel, that can be stimulated to help bring this aspect of mind back into harmony.

“You are only as old as your spine” paraphrases a quotation of Joseph Pilates’, which may also have its roots in an old, Chinese proverb. But suppleness is not just a physical quality. Children are immensely flexible. For most, a wheel asana, or a crab pose, bending over backwards to form an arch, is no big deal. And it’s no coincidence that children are immensely flexible mentally, too. Their capacity for learning, for connecting new neural pathways, is something we should all endeavour to maintain. But we don’t. We become rigid. And we become stuck. We cling on to ideas and notions. We get lazy. We dissociate from our bodies. We slump. We sit. We crane into our screens. Then we get back pain. Our breathing becomes shallow. Our anxiety levels creep up. Why? Because our hearts are closed off by sunken chests and rounded shoulders. Or our chests sink and shoulders round to protect our vulnerable, assailed hearts. Our spines lose their natural shape through repeated, bad postural habits. And these start when we’re very young and are forced to sit at desks for prolonged periods at school. Is it any wonder we live in an age where back pain and anxiety are epidemic?

In Qi Gong and Yogic practices, there is a great deal of emphasis placed on postural alignments. On planting the feet and spreading our weight evenly. Letting the pelvis rotate posteriorly and drop from the ribcage. Neither expanding nor sinking the chest. Finding an easy, upright, neutral position. When our spines are stacked correctly, our over-used and abused large muscle groups can switch off. We can engage our core, deep muscles, and rely on our skeleton to hold us in place. Without the toll of poor posture, we conserve energy. Energy that can be instead diverted into alertness, awareness, cognition, empathy. Our resources are finite; if we devote all our energies to holding our bodies in weird, unconstructive positions, it follows that we will have less to feed our minds.

This is a two-way street. Our minds follow our bodies, and our bodies follow our minds. If you feel depressed, your body will look depressed. You can imagine the stick figure. Equally, if you adjust your body to be more upright, your mind will follow. Most meditation traditions suggest a seated posture that is upright, not slumped. Why? Because it promotes awareness and alertness. Try meditating with a rounded back and you will most likely find yourself nodding off. Spend your life in a slumped, defeated position, and guess what? You sleep. You lose.

Try going about your day with your shoulders rolled back and down, seated properly in the shoulder girdle, and your spine erect, with the back of your neck gently extended, and your gaze level. You will feel different. Your breathing will be full and natural, without constriction. There will be space for your organs. Space for your mind to permeate through and settle. You will speak and act with more confidence, steadiness and vitality. You will be more connected to others. More astute and vital. Your heart will be open, both figuratively and literally. What’s more, people will pick up on these cues subconsciously, and they will respond to you differently. They will judge you differently. New paths will open. New possibilities. One small adjustment, and your whole experience of life can begin to alter profoundly.

A mistake many of us make is to think in a way that values quantity over quality. When we go to the gym, we think about how much we’re lifting, or how many reps. When we go running, we try to run faster or further. But how many of us really pay attention to how we are doing something? We might consider our overall “form”, but that’s as far as it goes. And enjoyment is often the first thing to get thrown out the window. What we want is results! A better time on the stopwatch, or a less insulting number on the weighing scales.

So try this instead. The next time you go running, or swimming, or cycling, or even just walk to your local shop, ditch the apps and timers, and pay close attention to how you are moving. The buzzword is mindfulness. But whatever you call it, just pay attention. How are your feet hitting the ground? Is your movement even? Is it fluid? How fluid? Can you be more fluid? Can you walk more softly, with less impact? Can you let your body be heavy, while keeping your steps light? Can you run with more rebound, with less effort? Can you identify any areas of tension? Can you let that tension go? Then what happens? Do other tensions appear? Do you uncover deeper tensions? What adjustments can you make? What are you really feeling when you move? What is your state of mind? How does your breathing change? How does your breath move? How does your body move as you breathe? What moves? What doesn’t? Be inquiring. Be playful. Don’t just walk how you always do. Don’t let your mind wander into reverie. Stay present. Don’t fall into the furrow of habit.

The next time you exercise, take off your headphones and really place your mind inside your body. This is very much the emphasis of the Chinese “internal” martial arts, such as Taijiquan, Baguazhang, and Xingyiquan. They ask you to turn your awareness inside. To release internally. To know yourself. To explore and play. To find your centre in a sense that includes yet goes beyond simply finding your centre of gravity.

Let’s take a simple example: turning from the waist. Just stand symmetrically and turn your waist. Turn slowly. Turn quickly. How are you doing it? Are there other ways? Which muscles are working? Are any overworking, or underworking? Is your waist loose, or are you turning with some resistance? Are you leading with your arms or your shoulders, or are your arms swinging like dead weights and following the waist? Are your hips stable, or are they working with the movement? What about your knees and ankles? Try isolating them. Try integrating them. Synchronise your breathing. Desynchronise it. Feel how your weight shifts and your feet pedal. Feel how the motion massages your internal organs. Feel how your fascia pulls and twists. Feel the substance of your body. Feel its spaces. What do you feel like inside? A spinning top? A flapping flag? A twisted wet towel? A spring under torsion? Play with it. Enjoy it. Immerse yourself in it. Just don’t count the reps.

When you look at parts of the world where people are staying healthy and mobile for longer, what you tend to find are not dietary fads, obsessive or extreme exercising, and endless bottles of proteins and supplements. No – you find balanced, seasonal, local, whole food diets, gentle and moderate exercise, and an emphasis on social connection. On family, friends, laughter. I suspect any negative health effects of the bottles of red wine at a rustic Italian table are vastly outweighed by the benefits of the convivial atmosphere – by the stories, jokes, songs and sense of belonging. Another way is to eat in silence, unhurriedly, with your undivided attention upon your meal. Compare these to a takeout TV dinner in an inner city bachelor pad. Isolated. Chewing mindlessly. Eating too quickly. Eating too late. Your attention on the television instead of the food. Can’t even remember what you had for tea yesterday. There is probably a difference in quantity, too, for sure, in terms of nutritional value, but the real difference is one of quality.

The same goes for sleep. We “manage” our sleep like it’s something to be contained. A necessary evil that really just gets in the way of our busy lives. We make it fit into our schedule. We ignore our dreams. We sever our sleep with jarring, demanding alarms. We curtail it with brutal efficiency. Seven hours. Six hours. Five and a half. “A siesta? Are you mad? I don’t have time!” We don’t listen to our bodies. We don’t give them time to recoup and repair. We don’t even know how properly to rest. We entrance our senses with music, films, podcasts, video games, and social media. Always looking outwards. Seeking stimulation.

That’s not rest. Slouching isn’t rest – it’s a stretch for a few moments, and then it’s just a stress on your spine. True rest is sitting quietly upright. Moving inwards. Moving toward stillness. Rest is doing nothing. Not interfering with your thoughts, neither feeding nor suppressing. Rest is letting go. Deeply letting go. What we colloquially term relaxation is really just distraction. A way to fill our time so we don’t have to face ourselves. So we don’t have to face our discontent. Instead, we force ourselves into these unnatural patterns of productivity or distraction and then wonder why we are developing chronic stress or worsening health problems. The answer is often chronic fatigue. Chronic inflammation. Suppressed immunity. Not exercising right. Not resting right. Not eating right. Not sleeping right. Feeling like shit.

How can we start to remedy this? How can we start to live more skilfully? We all know, for the most part, where we’re going wrong. Yet we are apparently incapable of change. Our habits are too strong. Part of the answer lies in training our awareness. Another buzz-phrase is “living in the moment”. Well, we can’t do anything other than live in the moment, in the present. But we can be more present. An easy way in is to slow down. Listen to your breath. Attend to your posture, to your inner environment; be upright, expansive. Own your own space… and then own your own time, too. Move more slowly and deliberately, while maintaining a potential for swiftness and timeliness. Allow yourself to be entranced by your own somatic feedback. Pay attention to how you are moving. To how you are breathing. To how you are talking.

Are you breathing into your shoulders? Your upper chest? Your belly? Your back? Are you using your abdominals? Your diaphragm? Can you feel it moving? How about your breathing pattern? Is your breath a continuous loop, or is there a pause before you inhale? What happens if you prolong your exhalation? (Answer: Your heart rate slows down, and you relax more deeply.) Now, what about your voice? Is it harsh, or loud? Are your words rushed? What is your tone? Your inflection? Your timbre? Are your words constructive or destructive? Are they communicating effectively what you want to communicate? What is it you are communicating, really? What is your intention? And do your words match your intention? Take a moment to consider. Soften. Slow down. Give yourself a little space. Don’t take it to an extreme, either. Don’t turn into a sloth, or a saint. Be appropriate. Make subtle changes. The key is to train yourself into a certain state of mind.

And it takes practice. There is a reason people refer to Yoga practice, Taiji practice, or meditation practice. It takes time to develop. Time to deepen and become a part of you. To become habitual. You have to keep guiding yourself towards it. You have to set aside time to practice. Time to sit and do nothing but attend patiently to what is within. It’s not a state you can just get. Not without psychoactive drugs, sudden satori, or a nervous breakthrough (as opposed to a breakdown). No, to find a lasting, stable, and equanimous peacefulness, you have to practice. Twenty minutes at least, to activate the parasympathetic branch of your autonomic nervous system. Or, more simply, to get out of your persistently heightened, habitual mode of “fight or flight”, and into a state of deep, healing relaxation.

In one sense it’s a nebulous state, in that it’s hard to define because it’s not a “thing” – it’s a “way” of being. But in another sense it’s very clear. It’s clarity itself. A relaxed alertness. A state of readiness, focus, calmness and adaptability. It’s acceptance and responsiveness. Responding to what is actually here, and not to what you think is here, or what you’d like to be here. In Zen traditions there is a metaphor of the mind like a mirror. The mind reflects whatever is before it, without adding distorting lenses of desire, aversion, or judgement. Without layering in the delusions of self. Nothing mysterious, esoteric, or divine. Very mundane, in fact, but utterly liberating.

In truth, there is no “self” that perceives. There is only perception itself. Of course, there is an exchange through our senses; and there is awareness, which experiences our perceptions. But they are not our perceptions. It is not our awareness. It is what is – only thus. The ongoing self is a construct, a narrative we create to make sense of things. And all too often it leads us astray. Only when we achieve certain states of flow, or of profound meditation, do we experience life as it really is. And that is when we drop the we, drop the me. So long as “I” am experiencing “that”, I am deluded. I have imposed a false relationship of subject and object on to reality. The whole concept of self is just that – a concept. It is irrelevant. An illusion. Reality is just… this, here and now. It is ineffable. So words fail.

Okay. So we have grounded ourselves in our bodies. We have found a more efficient and beneficial way of organising our posture and our movement. We have paid attention to how we are moving, breathing, and speaking. To how we eat, sleep, rest, and exercise. We’ve slowed down, we’ve looked inwards, and we’ve established a practice of silent sitting or mindful movement to start wearing a new groove in our habitual minds – one which helps to facilitate this nebulous state of clarity, and to make it more familiar to us. What now?

It’s time to work on our interactivity. It’s time to start moving outwards. Maintain that inner peace, that internal attentiveness, and move gently outwards. How do you respond to stimuli? Are you in control of that response? Think back to the last time you saw someone get angry in traffic. Maybe it was you. They cut you up, and before you know it you respond. Did you choose your anger, or did it choose you? What are you angry at, anyway? First, you’re frustrated, because you need to be somewhere. Second, that person is an idiot. They don’t know how to drive. They’re careless. They’re not paying attention. They’re selfish. Now, look again. But drop your self. Drop their self. And drop your knowing.

You came into this world unknowing, you’ll go out unknowing. Why now do you act as though you know something? You cannot know the intricacies of the situation. Whatever led them to behave in that way was a series of conditions and causes over which they have little or no control. Maybe they have poor motor control or poor spatial awareness. Maybe they’re stressed out, preoccupied, upset. Maybe they’ve had a really shit day. Maybe they need to be somewhere. You don’t know. You just don’t know. When you open your mind to a wider perspective, to more possibilities, and empty a situation of intrinsic self-nature, suddenly there is no problem. You simply respond to the situation. You act appropriately. You yield, or you claim your space, but there is no need for anger or judgement. Because, well, your judgement is probably wrong, anyway. We have to maintain a certain emptiness of mind, a certain mental distance, and comprehend that a situation emerges from whatever preceded and formed it.

Suddenly, we find ourselves in a very different mindset. We are patient and forgiving. We feel sorry that this person is suffering right now, in their closed-down, selfish mindset. We see them as a human being, with a life beyond this unfortunate moment. We wish we could help. We are thankful for the insight they have provided us. That anger you’re feeling – it’s impotent, futile. If it arises, just examine it closely and it will recede. It’s not something of solidity; it’s just a neurochemical process. You don’t need to express it, or suppress it. You certainly don’t need to feel guilty, or feel like you’ve failed. You’re human, too. Be kind to yourself. Lead yourself gently in the direction you wish to go. There’s no use in berating yourself; just be patient and forgiving, and get back on course. Examine the situation. You’re empty, too. Just a product of causes and conditions. Intervene with this understanding, and harmful emotions, like this uncontrolled and unconscious anger, will naturally subside.

Understanding is a valuable tool. It’s useful to spend some time contemplating the interconnectedness of things. How everything is entwined and, in a sense, part of one abiding whole. The whole goes on, but it is in a state of permanent flux. We talk of impermanence, and we think of something distinct that lasts for a while and then changes into something else. But the reality of impermanence is more profound than that. Nothing stays the same for even a moment. Everything is constantly changing, so nothing can really be said to ever exist in its own right. Nothing exists by itself. Everything is in flow. Nothing can be held on to. Yet one of our greatest mistakes is to try to hold on. To ourselves, to others. To the things and people we love. To things we want to stay the same. But when we isolate things like that, when we try to separate them out and keep them the way they are, we kill them. And we ourselves inevitably suffer, because our attempts are doomed to failure. They contradict truth. They contravene the natural way.

This is another way to comprehend the non-existence of self. Where is your abiding self, if all is change, if all is flow? This is very much a central tenet of Buddhism, and Daoism too. The Daoist Yin Yang symbol represents this flow. Everything is interdependent, constantly transforming in an endless dance of consumption and creation. Yes, we exist. Things exist. But they, and we, are a construct of mind. What we perceive is merely appearance, and to directly perceive the reality behind this illusion is liberation, bliss, and fearlessness. This isn’t an intellectual understanding. You can’t arrive at it through reading these words. They might seem quite mad. No, it is a direct experience, through which all concepts – even death – just fall away like dust. But if we have this intellectual understanding as our framework, it certainly helps us to find the path.

Still, we did not set out here to become enlightened sages. We just want to live a little more skilfully. But there are more religious practices we can steal to help realise our goal. One is giving. Generosity. That means giving yourself, not material things. Being open and honest. Giving people your full attention. Giving yourself fully, without holding back or expecting something in return. Giving selflessly. (Can you see the theme here?) In fact, it doesn’t just apply to other people. Whatever you’re doing, give yourself fully to it. Immerse yourself in it. Forget yourself. A few ideas begin to melt together here: immersion, flow states, attentiveness, generosity… they’re all ways of getting at the same mind-state, just from slightly different angles. We’re looking into the same house through different windows.

What else, then? Gratitude. Most religions have some kind of gratitude practice. Thanksgiving. Meditation techniques that focus on vividly recalling the somatic feeling of gratitude. Current research even suggests that we don’t even have to contemplate our own gratitude. Just witnessing or reading about somebody else’s gratitude can be equally beneficial. The point is not the specific expression of gratitude, but the neurological change it induces within us. Both generosity and gratitude engender a certain kind of brain function, and even heart function, that contributes to our health and wellbeing. Inflammation and anxiety are reduced. We produce more serotonin and more oxytocin, and so we inhabit a mind and personal reality that is both more content and more empathic. More connected. More at ease. Less anxious, less serious. More playful and humorous. Humour, too, of course, is a powerful tool for internal change. So please don’t take all of this too earnestly. Be humble and acknowledge your own ignorance and absurdity. Laugh at yourself as much as possible. You can be a master of your own brain chemistry. And your nervous system and internal organs will thank you for it.

But wait! There is an enemy lurking out there, or rather in there, that we have yet to consider. He goes by the name of Laziness. Procrastination. Stubbornness. He’s cunning. He’s devious. He urges you to return to your old habits. Your old thought patterns. Your old behaviours – the ones that got you into this mess in the first place. He wants you to go back to sleep. How can we fight him? The answer is, on multiple fronts. And fighting – in the outward expression of martial arts – may be one ideal approach. Anything that brings us to life, that brings us to this moment. Not intellectually, but physically. Our bodies are always here, but our minds rarely join in. They’re off somewhere else, wandering. We have to shake ourselves awake. We have to climb out of our holes and subject ourselves to some level of healthy, that is, non-chronic, stress. We need to raise our levels of alertness and focus, incite some adrenaline release, some sense of managed urgency – just not a neurotic urgency. It needs to be contained. We need to be skilful. In this way we can stimulate our minds to change, to reconnect our neural pathways, fill in those habitual unconscious ditches, those mindless neural loops, and dig some new ones, some channels that actually serve us.

How else can we get our fires blazing? We can ponder transience. The preciousness of time. Not to induce in ourselves a kind of manic activity – that would be counter-productive. But we need to realise with no uncertainty that time wasted is gone forever. Project yourself forwards in time. Tomorrow, next year, in a decade, at the end of your life. What have you achieved? What have you to regret? Death is our greatest blind spot. We carry on as if it isn’t going to happen. But it’s here right now. Each moment is death, and each moment is creation. Each instant is a celebration of Shiva, the Creator and the Destroyer. We die and are reborn with every breath. We presume, generally, that death is something dark and scary, something to be feared. The Grim Reaper. But that’s just pessimistic guesswork. Maybe death will be the best thing that ever happened to you? A release. A return. An immersion in something greater. In Chinese medical philosophy, the immortal spirit is a very real thing. A highly refined state of material reality. It can be touched. It can be worked with. But, whatever your beliefs, a little consideration of your own mortality is a great motivator. And here we are, back at the notion of impermanence.

Now, again to attention. One great weapon against laziness is your ability to maintain conscious awareness, and not to slip into unconscious behaviours. You have to live in witness to yourself. Know yourself. Wake up. Compulsiveness is a symptom of inattentiveness. Suddenly a cigarette has appeared in your hand! How did it get there? You weren’t paying attention. Those words popped out of your mouth, unintended. You just lost the last hour to scrolling through rubbish. You were acting habitually, unconsciously. What you need is a kind of Dojo mindset. Alert, but calm – not agitated. Calm, but alert – not docile. You’re not in danger on the Aikido mat. No need for fear or stress. Your partner is not out to kill you. They are looking after you. But you have to be fully engaged, fully present. Take the mat with you into your daily life. Give yourself entirely to the moment. Give yourself. Generosity. There we go again. It’s almost as if these ideas are connected somehow…

If we can keep good posture, too, be upright, open, and engaged, and conserve our energy, then our motivation will be stronger. We will be more active, more Yang. It is exhaustion and indifference that makes us say, “I’ll get to that later. I’ll put it on my To Do list.” Hey! Burn that To Do list. If it’s a priority, do it now! And if it’s not a priority, be skilful in your approach. Write it on your calendar and do it when it needs doing. But that list is just you lying to yourself. And making yourself feel bad when it only ever gets longer. Of course, it’s good to have intention. It starts with intention. But if your vision stops there, and gets relegated to the To Do list, then it’s as good as dead. When the intention is stirred, you need to act. Enact it. Realise it. Then bask in the dopamine release afterwards. That’s better than regret and hopelessness, isn’t it? Just do it. (No, I’m not trying to sell you trainers.)

The more you practice this kind of discipline, the easier self-discipline gets. It becomes a habit. Once again, it’s about ploughing furrows that lead towards your goal. Towards good, conscious habits, instead of destructive, unconscious ones. And the momentum will build. Everything will snowball if you can establish good, consistent routines. Meditate. Find some hypnotic movement practice like Yoga, Qi Gong, or Taiji. Eat mindfully, breathe mindfully, and infuse your body with awareness. Get sufficient, deep, restorative sleep, and find periods of high arousal and focus. Yin and Yang, interchanging. Nourish your will and your intent. Balance exercise with rest. Foster good qualities – generosity, gratitude, playfulness, humility, selflessness. Observe your speech, and contemplate emptiness, impermanence, and interdependence to broaden your acceptance and deepen your understanding. If you make excuses, leave it until tomorrow, decide you’re not in the right mood, or you have something more important to do, then your routines will collapse, and you will get precisely nowhere. Nowhere except frustration and defeat.

Make small steps. Be realistic. Be skilful. But keep going. You have to engage with the process. A process of neuroplastic evolution. Of self-realisation. And like any process, it’s hard to get moving. We have to overcome inertia. But once we build momentum, it becomes a joyful thing. Tending skilfully to your own seed becomes an artistic project, an endeavour of boundless depth and expanse. It gives us meaning. Living skilfully doesn’t just facilitate meaning in our lives; it is meaning. It makes every waking moment a creative act, an expressive act, a conscious act. And if we keep watering this seed and giving it our attention, it will grow into a beautiful expression of life. Of our lives.

We’re not looking to find balance here, or at least, it’s not a static balance. It’s a dynamic interplay, in synchrony with the flow of reality. We have to be fluid and present. Flowing with the changes. We need to throw out our rules, our morals, our self-narrative, and our fixed positions. We have to be constantly changing and adjusting. Oh, and sometimes we need to be fixed. Like I say, there are no rules here. We have to be like water, as Bruce Lee said. Be relentless. Be torrential. Be still. Be nourishing. Be gentle. Be soft. Be violent. Be yielding. Be shapeless. Seep through the cracks. Pour from the heavens. Whatever is appropriate. Whatever is required.

This is the way of plasticity.

This is Dao.

Learn to sit

What follows is an easy, step-by-step meditation for beginners. But first…

What is meditation?

A decent definition might be something like, ‘a state of absorption we arrive at through stilling the mind, stilling the body, being present, and letting things be’. This could probably be improved, but it’s a start.

As a practice, meditation is hugely beneficial for our physical and emotional health. It allows us to rest the mind and restore the body to its optimal state of functioning. At its most profound, meditation allows us to lift the veil of perception and directly experience our own true nature.

Different cultures have developed various methods of meditation throughout history. In the developed West, we tend to associate it with East Asia, partly because of Gong Fu movies and famous Zen Buddhist teachers such as Shunryu Suzuki and Seung Sahn, and partly because meditation has all but died out as a practice in Western spiritual traditions. But before it was sanitised into a largely doctrinal and ritualistic religion, early Christianity was itself a rich, contemplative tradition.

However, this aspect of Christianity has virtually vanished over the centuries, sadly leaving us with only empty rites, regurgitated dogma, an emphasis on scripture rather than personal insight and realisation, and consequently swathes of people for whom the Church is only there to facilitate baptisms, weddings, and funerals.

In its place, we see the rising trend of aggressive atheistic secularity, which provides us little to no internal nourishment and much external confusion; and also the growth of decidely contrived, hybrid ‘mindfulness’ practices, where people are quite often taught that meditation is effectively about distracting the senses with relaxing music, and imagining themselves to be in some idyllic ‘happy place’.

But that’s not meditation; that’s just fantasy.

In other religions around the world, there are many more intelligent, tried and tested methods for meditating. Vipassana and Yoga yoke the mind to the breath. Tantric meditation uses intricate visualisation, and a mental exchange of the self with the Buddha. There are repeated mantras and prayers to quell and hypnotise the mind; prolonged, single-pointed concentration upon an object of worship; deep contemplation of themes such as gratitude, acceptance, impermanence, compassion, interdependence, or the location and nature of the self. There are standing meditations, walking meditations, even sleeping meditations…

So there are lots of ways to meditate, and different methods will appeal to different people. For me, Daoist meditation has proved to be the most effective. Again, it takes many different forms, and there are various precise, prescribed methods for developing certain qualities, but I would like to describe here a simple and accessible way to enter meditation through a deep awareness of the body.

Please be advised, I am not an expert by any means, nor am I an ‘inner door’ student of the tradition. I’ve just found that my own practice has helped me a lot, so I would like to share some of it here. I don’t intend to share any exact methods; that is not my place. I’ve simply converted some basic techniques into an easily memorised routine that anybody can try.

If your interest is piqued, it’s worth doing some research into Quanzhen (Complete Perfection) Daoism, the Longmen (Dragon Gate) lineage, and the writings of Master Wang Liping. Some excellent Western writers on (and experienced practitioners and teachers of) Daoist meditation include Nathan Brine, Damo Mitchell, and Robert James Coons, all of whom have far greater expertise and knowledge than I. Look them up.

If you’re really enthused, find yourself a teacher from whom you can learn the methods directly. But if this post spurs you on to explore just a little deeper into the world of Daoist meditation, then I shall count that as a success.

So to it. The meditation I describe below is easy to learn, as it uses the body as its object, and follows a logical path as we gently guide our awareness around and through the body.

In terms of the meridians of Chinese Medicine, it follows a reversed pathway through the Du Mai (over the head and down the spine), Ren Mai (up the front of the body), and Chong Mai (back down through the centre of the body), so I have split it up into three sections of active, or ‘governing’, methods, which roughly trace these channels, followed by a period of silent sitting, or ‘non-governing’, and finally a closing ritual to return to normal consciousness.

The real meditation really lies in the ‘non-governing’ phase, which should really be at least as long as the ‘governing phase’, and preferably longer. This ‘non-doing’ segment is where all the beneficial consequences of the ‘doing’ part get assimilated into our being.

I’ve endeavoured to keep these instructions free of jargon. You don’t need any understanding of the channel system to follow along.

Just approach the practice with an open mind and heart.

MEDITATION

Find somewhere quiet where you are unlikely to be disturbed, without demanding or expecting silence. Notice your environment; sounds, sensations, smells, temperature. Accept them without judgement, without any notion of whether they are good or bad, with neither desire, aversion, nor indifference. Resolve to ignore distracting thoughts, impulses, itches, and small discomforts. Avoid practising on a full stomach, and make a firm intention to give your full attention to the meditation process.

If it’s possible and comfortable, sit with your hips slightly elevated on a cushion, one foot tucked behind the other, so that you have three points of contact with the floor – your sit bones, and each lower leg. This way you will feel grounded and stable.

GOVERNING PHASE

Du Mai – the Governing Vessel

Begin by relaxing your jaw and connecting the tip of your tongue to your upper palate, just behind your incisors. Allow a slight smile to provoke within yourself a sense of inner peace and contentment.

Place your attention on the sensation of the breath as it enters and exits your nostrils. Here is your bridge to the external world, your bridge to life. Your breathing is ever-present and automatic, but can also be brought under conscious control. Do not adjust your breathing and simply be aware of it.

Notice any perceived shallowness or irregularity, but withold judgement. Notice the difference in temperature between inhalation and exhalation. Notice the qualities of your breathing – its rhythm, smoothness, depth, and sound. Notice the pause between the end of an out-breath and the next in-breath. Notice how your breathing changes over time.

Now fill your lungs to capacity, allowing your belly, chest and shoulders to rise, and your back to expand, and sigh audibly as you breathe out slowly.

Gently close your eyes and look to a distant horizon. Look as far as you can see, and allow your gaze to soften its focus. Gradually bring your gaze to a point between your eyebrows. Relax your brow and move your awareness to within your body. Forget the outside world.

Have an intention to relax the thin sheets of muscle across your scalp. Find a point at the apex of your skull on a line between the tips of your ears. Rotate forwards around your temples to slightly tuck your chin and gently draw this crown-point upwards, lengthening the back of your neck without introducing tension.

Allow this movement to gently lengthen the spine. Maintain its natural, supple curve, but feel spaces opening between your vertebrae. Relax the muscles of your back, and rely on the upright, stacked structure of your spine to effortlessly maintain your posture.

Imagine your bones floating upwards, and all your muscles melting away, hanging from the bones like clothes from hangers. Allow your flesh to release its grip on your bones. Let go of any muscular tension you do not need.

Roll your shoulders back and down, and let them settle in a neutral position. Feel their weight and allow them to slope away from your ears, accepting the push of gravity.

Relax your elbows, wrists and fingers, and feel the bones of your hands spreading open. Through your palms you maintain your connection with reality, and with others.

Ren Mai – the Directing Vessel

Feel the weight of your whole body sinking down through the tripod of your sit bones and lower legs. Trust the ground and notice how effortlessly it supports your mass.

Get a sense of spaciousness in your abdomen, as your upright posture stretches your waist between ribs and pelvis.

Observe your ribs expanding and relaxing with each breath. Has your breathing changed? Is it slower, deeper, quieter, more easeful?

Keep your chest in a neutral position, neither hollow nor thrust outward. Feel the softness and vulnerability of your neck.

Return your attention to your tongue against your upper palate. Is your jaw still relaxed? Are you still smiling slightly? Are your eyes and brow still soft?

Chong Mai – the Penetrating Vessel

Direct your awareness more deeply towards the interior of your body. See if you can feel the mass of your eyes, brain, and skull. Inquire. Don’t imagine. Really take the time to feel it.

Move your attention downwards from your head into your torso, searching for areas of mass and solidity, and areas that are hollow and spacious.

Can you feel the weight of your liver and spleen? Can you feel and hear your heartbeat? Allow your attention to rest here for a while, with an attitude of patience and kindness.

Feel your breath. Feel your circulation. Feel the subtle movements within your body. Even within stillness, there is movement.

Feel the motion of your lungs expanding and flexing your diaphragm, causing your abdomen to rise and fall. Feel the even circularity of your breathing. As you exhale, allow all your soft tissues to relax and sink downwards away from your skeleton.

Be aware of your kidneys sitting behind your bottom ribs. Feel their weight. Feel their warmth. Feel your own inner vitality.

Gently contract your perineum, and allow your awareness to float up into your lower abdomen. Imagine a line connecting your lumbar spine to a point two fingers’ breadth below your navel. Draw another mental line from your perineum up to this horizontal. Where the lines meet, rest your attention lightly upon this point.

Here is your centre.

Now be aware of your entire body, of the space you occupy. Locate your extremities – the outermost layer of your skin, the very tips of your hairs. Can you feel the air around you? How far beyond yourself can you feel?

Listen to your whole body. Listen to your head. Listen to your heart. Listen to your abdomen. Again, find your centre. Let your breath settle here. Let your mind settle here. Absorb into your centre.

As you inhale, feel everything contracting inwards, like a slow implosion from your skin to this central point. As you exhale, allow everything to expand and relax.

Stay for a while with this sense of squeezing and releasing the whole body.

Gradually reduce it to a gentle contraction and expansion in the lower abdomen.

Let it become increasingly subtle, until it is a squeeze and release of the central point.

Let the breath become increasingly subtle. Here, at this physical centre, your breath and awareness combine. Body and mind move together in easeful harmony.

NON-GOVERNING PHASE

Listen, beneath the breath, behind the heartbeat. Any sensations that arrive, simply notice and accept them with disinterest. Any thoughts that come, just observe them steadily until they subside of their own accord. Don’t get involved. It’s just your brain doing its thing. Focus on your breath. Focus on your centre.

If your attention scatters or wanders, gently bring it back. Allow it to sink back down through the body, like sediment settling in a pool of cloudy water. Let it sink down slowly to your centre so the water becomes clear and still.

Cultivate a sense of calm and timelessness. Enjoy a feeling of profound rest and stillness. Allow yourself to abide here. Let go of any control of your breathing. Forget your body. Forget your mind. Sit silently.

Sit silently.

For as long as you wish, remain in stillness. In silence.

CLOSE

When you want to finish your session, scan once again through your body, relax and adjust your posture. Feel everything sinking down through the sit bones, and regulate your breathing to a slow, even rhythm.

As you inhale, squeeze and contract your whole body. As you exhale, relax and release your whole body.

Repeat this several times, before slowly expanding your awareness and returning to a natural breathing pattern. Has this changed since the start of the session?

Feel the breath at your nostrils. Begin to reconnect with the outside world. Notice any interior feeling of peace, stillness, spaciousness, harmony, equanimity. Allow yourself to enjoy that feeling. Do not rush.

Begin to foster an intention to move. If it serves you, place your hands palms together at your chest, keeping a little space under your arms, and bow your head in a gesture of gratitude.

Rub your palms together and place your hands over your eyes. Feel the warmth of your hands. Swallow, rub your brows and face, and slowly open your eyes. Observe any changes in your environment.

As you inhale, move your arms outward and upwards in a circular movement, folding in at the elbows before the shoulders can raise. As you exhale, bring the hands down the centreline of your body. Repeat these circles as many times as you like to close your meditation.

To finish, massage, stretch, mobilise your joints, and gently shake your body. As you stretch, be mindful of the connective tissues pulling and lengthening like spiderwebs. As you twist your waist and turn your neck, imagine you are wringing out a damp towel.

If your legs are numb, wait for blood flow and sensation to return before rising slowly and carefully from your seat.

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Whilst going about the rest of your day, try to reserve some space in your being to preserve this sense of inner peace. If things happen to activate your sympathetic nervous response, take some time out afterwards to breathe, let go, and move towards this familiar state of internal relaxation.

Try to establish a daily routine of meditation practice. Give it some priority, but don’t make it a chore. Don’t add it to your To Do list. In fact, you should tear that up.

Don’t expect miracles. Don’t look for ‘experiences’. Don’t seek out visions or revelations.

Enjoy your meditation. It is a rare opportunity in your day to fully unwind, rest the mind and body, nourish yourself, and find your centre. Meditation can heal you. It can clean you from the inside.

You might not notice much from day to day, but when you look back after a month or two of consistent practice, you will see a difference in yourself. Less reactive. Less hurried. More open. More generous. More in tune with your own being. More in tune with others.

Each day, your experience will be different. Your practice won’t grow in a straight line, and progress will be slow, like a tree growing from a tiny acorn. But trees grow big. Really big.

Don’t aim for anything in particular. Don’t set goals or time limits. Don’t try too hard, or feel guilty if you forget. Don’t seek to ‘get something out of it’.

Just sit.

You won’t regret it.