Saturday, January 26, 2008

Can Your Dog Heal? Can You Heal Your Dog?


As a lawyer, I am man of logic, law, reason, and evidence.

I deal with proof of certain propositions, not mere speculation or fantasy.

This training and mindset spills over into my spiritual life. I have problems with most organized religions that ask me to suspend my logic and desire for evidence.

Instead, Buddhism appeals to me as the Dali Lama has said that if science should prove some aspect of Buddhism incorrect, Buddhists should accept that, as Buddhism is a philosophy of reason.

So, consider me skeptical when it comes to mysticism and miracles.

There's just no logic or reason to most examples.

However. . .

Last night, my ten year old schnauzer Thunder was in great discomfort. He could barely walk. He could not lift up his back legs from a sitting position.

In the last month or two, he's been to a couple of veterinarians to try and figure out what is wrong with him. My new vet thinks Thunder has some bad discs in his back that pinch and give him problems.

My good friend Ray Ellis from Houston, a very devout Christian, had told me about instances of his congregations putting their hands on sick parishioners and healing them. Frankly, I thought Ray was full of it. But Ray is also a very intelligent, reasonable, and educated person.

And I thought of my own enjoyment of massage and how I always feel better afterward.

So, before bedtime last night, I picked up Thunder, who was shaking in pain. I placed him in bed with me and and put my hand on him. His heart was racing. I could tell he was suffering. He was tense. But eventually, he relaxed, his shivering stopped, and he fell off to sleep.

I thought I'd try Ray's "laying of hands" on my dog. I figured there was nothing to lose.

This morning when I awoke, Thunder greeted me from the floor--he had obviously jumped off the bed sometime before I awoke.

He was running around and trying to let me know that he had to go out.

While he wasn't yet back to his pre-sickness form of a couple months ago, he was definitely feeling better.

And he still is tonight.

I don't know what to make of it. The veterinarians also talk about "kenneling" as a therapeutic treatment for dogs. In other words, you put them in their kennel so they rest and don't move around a bunch. Perhaps Thunder's back had simply re-aligned over night.

But all I know was I had a dog who was feeling and acting much better than he was eight hours before.

Maybe, just maybe, there is something to this "laying of hands" and its healing powers. My jury is still out. But Exhibit A for that proposition is a schnauzer in Harrisburg. My schnauzer touched my my hands.

Photo of hands taken by Flickr user "Your Guide" and used under Creative Commons License.

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Sunday, January 13, 2008

Meditation--Or At Least Sitting Quietly--As Defragmenting the Mind


I will admit to you that I am not good at meditation.

I have trouble sitting still on a cushion and completely zoning out.

But I am getting pretty good a just sitting still and calming my mind.

Saturday, my son Matt had a 7th grade basketball tournament in Alcester, SD, a small town about forty miles from where we live. Between the first and second game, there was about a three hour span. After talking to some of the parents, players, and my son, getting something to eat, and reading the local news paper, there was still plenty of time to "kill."

So, I decided I'd spend at least a half hour just sitting in a folding chair by the door to the gym and try not to think about anything.

I was largely successful.

While I came to no great insights into the meaning of life, my mind was clearer and calmer than when I began. And, just sitting there quietly was almost a form of invisibility. Life proceeded around me as kids joyfully went about the business of playing basketball and hanging out with their teammates.

As I "snapped out" of my basketball zazen, it did occur to me that what I was doing was akin to what I do on my computer once in a while--degragmenting or "defragging" the hard drive so program files are closer together and thus run more efficiently. I also think some deletion goes along with the defragging as needless "files" get eliminated while sitting quietly or meditating.

So, I had a good time watching my son and his team play, talking to parents--and defragmenting my mind--all during a morning at a basketball tournament.

Photo: My son Matt, a small forward for the Harrisburg 7th grade Tigers, drives the basket against an Alcester-Hudson player. I was not meditating at the time of taking this photo but fully aware of the game.

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Sunday, January 6, 2008

Dog Bites, Pitbulls, and the Power of Memories

For some unexplained reason, this morning before I woke up, I started thinking about my dog Snoop and all the times the mean miniature poodle had bitten me when I was a kid.


It seems the dog bit me on a fairly regular basis, often puncturing my skin and drawing blood. His bites hurt like hell. I'm not sure why my family kept the dog around.

This memory then triggered a much more traumatic memory--the time I was attacked by a pit bull in 1985 in Garden City, Kansas.

I was a young TV producer and anchor at the local PBS station in Topeka, KS. I was out in western Kansas working on a documentary.

As my videographer and I were walking back to our motel room late one evening after supper, we had walked by a lady who had an unleashed pitbull in the parking lot.

As I walked down the sidewalk, I suddenly felt a burning sensation--then excruciating pain in my butt--and something clamped onto it. I started to scream and ran down the sidewalk as quickly as I could.

When my colleague and I returned to the motel room, my shorts were in bloody shreds and my right but cheek was covered in deep puncture wounds.

You might be laughing now about getting bit in the ass. Believe me, it was no laughing moment and I have never been in such pain before or sense.

I went to the emergency room at the local hospital where the ER doc did a perfunctory examination, did a half-assed job cleaning out my wounds, and sent me on my way. He neglected to tell me that I should probably start a rabies series.

I reported the incident to the local police who also could care less. Despite my colleague's and my clear descriptions, the Garden City police never sent an officer to investigate or take statements. The next day, the lady and her dog left early in the morning in a pick up truck.

Meanwhile, being about 250 miles from home, I figured I might as well try and salvage my trip and I conducted another day or two of interviews and shooting footage for my project.

All the time, my butt hurt like hell.

When I returned home to Topeka, my wife Donna was aghast and told me to get me and my hamburgered butt to the doctor. As a young and healthy man, I didn't have family physician, so I went to a "doc in a box" urgent care facility.

No sooner had I told the doctor what happened, he was on the phone to an infectious disease specialist to get me started on a rabies series. While not as bad as in the Good Old Days, I had nearly twenty shots in my butt over then next several weeks.

And my ass was still sore. To this day, I still have teeth marks.

Back to this morning.

After reliving this dog bite, my right but cheek was throbbing. It didn't hurt like it did when I was bit, but it was a dull throbbing pain--like a felt 23 years ago for months after the attack.

I thought I understood the power of memory. But until this morning, laying in bed, thinking about Snoop, the pitbull, and my ass, I had merely scratched the surface of understanding.


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Friday, January 4, 2008

The Tao of Iowa (Caucuses)


The Iowa caucuses meant everything.

The Iowa caucuses meant nothing.

The Iowa caucuses restored democracy.

The Iowa caucuses perverted democracy.

Only time will tell if Iowa matters.

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Tuesday, January 1, 2008

A New Years Koan: Does Nothing Change on New Years Day?



The great Irish rock group asks the eternal question in their hit, New Years Day: "Nothing changes on New Years Day."

Well, with 2008 upon us today, what do you think?


U2 Says Nothing Changes on New Years Day. Do You:
















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