Healing in Myanmar

I must apologize again for my intermittent blogs. I am not used to writing a regular journal nor have I developed the habit of writing at a certain time in the morning or reading the newspaper every day. I cannot dispense ideas at the spur of the moment or write about important issues unless I have had the opportunity to assess the implications of an event. I cannot talk about my daily activities and chores either. From the social network media I have seen, participants/bloggers even write about and post photos of what they eat or something mushy or trashy they have read in the media, an enormous trivia if there’s one. I do very little socializing because I have a small circle of friends and most of them do not live in the area. My personal life revolves around a few things that I can count on the fingers of one hand – following the Daoist canon and practices (including Qigong and Neidan/internal alchemy), going to the gym whenever I can for a regimen of Classical Yang Family Tai chi chuan fist and weapons Wudang forms and Buddhist Shaolin sets, reading materials (books, magazines and journals) I could get hold of. Continue reading “Healing in Myanmar”

Peru Photo Gallery

When I left Peru in May 2014, I could not find my camera. I reported the loss to the hotel management and asked them to conduct an investigation. I could not remember where I put it when I left for the airport but later, it occurred to me that the last time I had it, I put it inside the luggage that I deposited with the hotel staff while I was waiting for limousine service. I got in touch with the tour company and told them about the “lost” camera. Things began to move fast. Continue reading “Peru Photo Gallery”

Tai Chi Chuan Sword and the Cop

While watching TV programs and reading articles about the death of civilians at the hands of the police in different cities in the US, I often think about that morning 7 years ago when a cop confronted me in Easton, PA.

I used to practice Traditional Yang Family Tai chi chuan early in the morning in a park along the Delaware River when I lived just a block away. It was a practice I started cultivating decades before in the Luneta, a park in the Philippines, when I began studying Yang Family Tai Chi Chuan at the Hua Eng Athletic Club in Binondo, part of Manila’s Chinatown, in 1968. Continue reading “Tai Chi Chuan Sword and the Cop”