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I'm Good, Thanks. How Are You?

Oh blog friends, fear not, I am not dead. I was kind of sick (insufficient Spleen Yang/ Empty Cold causing Dampness...you know, a nasty, phlegmy cold), and work has been crrrazzzzy-O, yadda yadda yadda. But I'm on the mend with some great acupuncture and lots of sweating out the Damp at the gym, and the medicine of seeing good friends for dinner and Trivial Pursuit last night, and ginger tea. And cinnamon.

Let's talk about my TCM Theory class. It's intense, in that wonderful intense way. Like foreign language study, it's something of a full immersion program. We have to start thinking in a foreign way to learn Chinese medical theory, much as we would if we were learning the Chinese language. (And we are learning parts of the language, too: qi, yin, yang, xue, xie, and so forth.) We have to learn to think in cycles, in circles, rather than in lines, to understand that yin is inseperable from yang, that being is inseperable from nonbeing, that blood is inseperable from qi, and yet they are distinct entities. (As someone raised Catholic, this actually seems relatively easy to conceptualize after grappling--or not--with the Holy Trinity...) The thing I didn't quite "get" before, is that the person I treat is inseperable from her environment, and yet is distinct from it. And so, I am not treating a headache, or bowel issues, or back pain: I am treating, or trying to treat, the disharmony of this individual with his world.

Heavy stuff. But we must approach with lightness.

And so, please excuse my while I go read my 70+ pages of homework for this week. It's a good thing, don't worry.