Rupesh Chhagan LAc   
In my blog, I will cover all the topics that get me jazzed about life, from nutrition to poetry, from meditation to rock climbing. I hope it will be a source of information, entertainment, and inspiration.

Blog Category: Meditation

June 18, 2011

» The Sinking Ship: Death, Dying, and Chinese Medicine
posted under Meditation, Musings

It was Friday night, and Dan Jones was on his deathbed.  In his 70’s, riddled with pancreatic cancer, the five of us paid our respects with a 15 minute silent meditation.

Dan had been a skillful guide to my men’s group one Saturday in a straw bail house out past the Y in Oak Hill.  Seared in my mind is the memory of his haunting clear eyes and my hands gripping his outstretched index and middle fingers.  Intuitively, he asked, “Who betrayed you?”  He held space, allowed me to squeeze as hard as I could while a deeply buried volcano of rage erupted from within me into the still Hill Country air.  I am grateful for that day and his steady presence.

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December 28, 2010

» If Buddha Got the Blues: Depression & the Noble Truths
posted under Depression, Meditation, Musings

If Buddha Got the Blues: Depression and the Noble Truths

“Ugh.”  He groans, turning away from the screeching alarm clock, and pulls the blanket higher over his head.  Mired in fog, he drops in and out of fitful sleeping, too incoherent to punch the snooze button.   Continue reading »

June 29, 2010

» “Yes, AND…” — Zen and the Artov Improv (part 2)
posted under Improv Theater, Meditation

That damn vertebrae in my lower back cinches tight like a docked boat rope straining against rough waves.  My jaw clenches in response.  I feel like screaming.  Or crying.  Or both.

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June 2, 2010

» Zen and the Artov Improv
posted under Improv Theater, Meditation

Black mats. Black cushion. Shaven head monks wrapped in robes of black. The zendo is austere, meticulously clean save for an elegant orchid and shimmering metal Buddha statues. Yet from the teacher’s seat, heartfelt words flow forth, rich with the blood of those who let themselves be touched. And during silent hours, the spartan temple is far from quiet. It is the backdrop to the colorful twisting and turning of carnival wheels in the hearts and minds of it’s meditators…

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