Kindness as Medicine.

The vagus nerve, part of the parasympathetic nervous system, is like a super highway that transports information from one organ to another. If the vagal tone is low, it will not function properly. Stress is the main cause of a lethargic vagus nerve.

Among the many things that can help stimulate the vagus: deep breathing, meditation, and singing. But there’s also the cold. Exposed to the cold, the body adjusts to the new temperature–sympathetic activity decreases whereas parasympathetic activity increases. With this in mind, I often go to the sink to splash myself with cold water.

Once upon a time, women were goddesses but, when the boys took over, all that changed. If I can’t be a goddess, at least I should feel like one. And, if my vagus nerve is in the dumps, that’s just not possible.

Today I read this article: Kindness Towards Oneself and Others Tones Your Vagus Nerve. Kindness seems to be a powerful medicine. But there is so much animosity going around these days that it’s no wonder so many of us are feeling down.

Maybe, from my balcony, I should start throwing buckets of cold water onto the people walking below. Do you think they would smile?

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Confession of an Abductee

I went to the woods to pick some flowers. While standing next to a tall cypress with a bouquet of daises in my hand, a big beam zapped me up into the sky. I felt my molecules swirl around as if they were in a blender ready to whip out margaritas.

When I got inside the spaceship, it was obvious that my abductors were not pleased. They kept pointing at me and shaking their heads. Then, without moving their lips, they put a voice in my head that said “you’re too old for our experimentation” and quickly zapped me back home.

So that’s just one more positive thing about getting older—aliens don’t want to make babies with you.

Too bad they kept my bouquet, though.

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Aloft

An alligator’s brain wouldn’t even fill a tablespoon. But the little that’s there is very cunning.

To trick birds looking for materials to build their nest, alligators will balance sticks on their heads. And as the birds lower themselves to take the sticks, the alligator will open its jaws and eat them alive. Chomp!

But birds have their tricks, too. They build their nests in the trees overlooking the alligator hangout because it assures them that nest-raiding racoons and possums will stay away. But the big-jawed bodyguards expect to be paid. And this payment comes in the form of chicks that accidentally fall from their nest or because they’ve been pushed out by their parents as a form of birth control.

Yin yang.

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Omphaloskepsis

Orangels have bellybuttons. That’s why they’re called “navel”.

For the Greeks, Delphi was the center of the universe. To make it easily identifiable, Zeus place a geodetic mark there– a stone known as an omphalos. “Omphalos” in Greek means “navel”.

The Greeks believed that omphalos stones facilitated communication with the gods. But if you don’t have such a stone lying around, try using your belly button. It’s called omphaloskepsis or navel gazing. Staring at your belly button was once considered a form of meditation.

Satyres in Atlante” is a group of statues located at the Louvre representing four satyres with their heads bent in order to contemplate their navels. But times have changed and contemplation of one’s belly button is no long considered a mystical experience. Today the term “navel gazer” is intended for someone so fixated with himself that he has difficulties contemplating the world around him.

So maybe I can just stare at some oranges for the same effect?

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Squoze

Stress has been provoking my blood pressure. I’ve read that hand gripping exercises can lower it although it’s not clear why. Maybe it’s because the repetitive motion of squeezing and unsqueezing improves blood vessel elasticity.

At the market I saw some nice juicy oranges just waiting to be squeezed.

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