dimanche 30 mai 2010

Water and Baby

Have you ever held a new born baby in your arms? It is more than nine months ago now, when I we were out from the hospital with our new born baby I realized how precious life is, how delicate and gentle it is.
We stopped for avocado juice as a cafe near by Polyclinic du Sud. The mopeds, cars and people were moving recklessly making sounds that felt suddenly amplified to an enormous noise. Yes, one might say since I just gave birth few days prior I was kidney deficiency and my hearing was too sensitive. It is true but there was something more to it.
It was as we forgot, I admit I did not know to what extend even as an acupuncturist, how to be gentle. The world is/become obligated to a need of shouting, running, violently driving, first passing and imposing right of way. In this world I was holding in my arms something precious that needed care and protection. How could it survive in this world without it???

As I was arranging my books in my treatment room, I came across Dr. Masaru Emoto messages in the Water. It shows images of Water exposed to different electromagnetic influences or even a thought. It made me remember that feeling of holding my new born baby. As we are born we are mainly made of water...The love thoughts make the most beautiful shapes... what about the thoughts of people walking by and noise of a busy street? How do the water crystals in our body arrange than? How delicate is the world in its essence.


Therefore when using the tonification technique of touch needling I want to remember how delicate life is and how quickly it responds to touch, thought, energy. Any thoughts?

dimanche 9 mai 2010


This I had to share...It is too cute, it is to true, and congrats to all Mothers Grandmothers and all Male partners who sometimes are the best Mothers there can be!
It came from Gail, a midwife who after I contacted her regarding home birth, kindly kept me on her cyber list!


A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office,
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

'What I mean is, ' explained the recorder,
'do you have a job or are you just a ...?'

'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman.

'I'm a Mom.'

'We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,

'housewife' covers it,'
Said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself

in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'

'What is your occupation?' she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
'I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations.'

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,
'just what you do in your field?'

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
'I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers

and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.'

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more

distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom.'


What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers
'Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human
And great grandmothers
'Executive Senior Research Associates?'
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts '

Associate Research Assistants.'

Please send this to another Mom,
And other friends you know.

May your troubles be less,

Your blessing be more,

And nothing but happiness come through your door!"

I am just starting my degree so good luck to all of you in that very educating and fun journey