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21. Bricks for Breakfast.

How to Grow Old the Right Way Up

Saturday 31st May 2014

 

21. Bricks for Breakfast

 

 

I had planned to write about diet today. A brick for breakfast came to help with extra inspiration. During my adventures with my new bread-maker, I have produced a couple of bricks, even though this second time I did remember to add the yeast!

 

In both instances, butter and jam have made easier chewing and swallowing

 

It all made me reflect on how at all levels, we all encounter bricks we need to chew and swallow: bad news, things that don’t turn up as we wish, difficult people and situations that make us feel as if we are trying to swallow bricks or to squeeze juice from them.

 

I think the solution is to add butter… and jam for good measure! Paraphrasing Mary Poppins, “a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.”

 

Like butter, we should be soft and adaptable in body and mind, in order to adapt to circumstances, and to bear with everyone around us without changing our nature.

 

Like jam, we should try to be of a sweet nature and sweeten and make palatable all life around us.

 

www.patrissiacuberos.com

 

 

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS

1. I am not a health practitioner of any description. The tips I will be giving are directly related to my personal experience and my experiences with family and friends who seem to have benefited from those tips. Please if in doubt, always consult a qualified practitioner.
2. With their permission I will be mentioning in these pages the names and expertise of many people who have contributed to my current state of health. See also the Links page. Whenever possible  and relevant, I will be leading you to their websites or giving you a direct contact if you ask me. Nobody is or will be paying me or rewarding me in any way for doing so. I will be doing it because they are wonderful practitioners, to whom I owe much and to whom I am very happy to direct people to, for the benefit of all. I don’t and won’t recommend anyone whose help and expertise I haven’t experienced and benefited from directly.

20. Dream-Live-ing

How to Grow Old the Right Way Up

Saturday 24th May 2014

 

20. Dream-Live-ing

 

 

A few days ago, at the end of a lovely walk with my wonderful partner, I dropped in to see a friend of mine, much younger than me, but who gave me, a most valuable and important lesson.

We had been discussing her dream of becoming a full time Yoga teacher and having her own Yoga studio. As you will see she certainly has the wisdom to be more than just a Yoga teacher.

When she asked me if I had a dream, I answered without thinking twice: “I stopped dreaming.” The answered surprised me more than it surprised her, especially since not long ago, I suggested my readers to get busy dreaming!

Then Sarah said something very wise: she reminded me of the beautiful film UP (If you haven’t seen it, I strongly recommend it) and of how the wife of the protagonist didn’t feel her dreams of living exotic adventures had been thwarted, as she had been living the great adventure of love.

I have been churning and turning around these ideas since that day and I have realized that although I have always prided myself of being a dreamer I had been experiencing recently, the pangs of disillusion at my failure to date, to bring to reality some of my most cherished dreams.

After all, I dreamt of creating an Art-Eco-centre for over twenty years. As the youngest of a large family, I have dreamt of success and recognition all my life. I confess one of my dreams is still- yes, I am still dreaming!- to not only to make a living but, a fortune with my talents and hard work. I’ve got a large family to help in my country and there are so many good causes in this world one could support… plus, I would love to have my own house, with space for my workshops, concerts, exhibitions… that is the big dream.

Success and recognition have been remarkably elusive, but I obviously have been forgetting all the dreams I have actually made reality, mainly because I have been living those dreams for a long time.

When I was 17, I wrote an imaginary obituary according to which I would come to live in Britain and marry an English Orchestra director. That, I did! The orchestra was made of only 10 instrumentalists, but they were utterly fantastic. You can still find our Orbestra CD’s on the internet and in my websites.

I also wrote that I would become a best seller writer in England. I am at it!

Since I was 14 I dreamt of a love relationship like the one I have with my wonderful partner. We are going to complete 10 years of what I call Superconductive Love, a love that seems to keep going in a never ending loop of tenderness, passion and compassion.

Over years of extreme poverty and struggle, I dreamt of having a life of ease, support and love. That, I have.

I hope you don’t forget ever as I did, that sometimes one stops dreaming because one is living one’s dream.

 

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS

1. I am not a health practitioner of any description. The tips I will be giving are directly related to my personal experience and my experiences with family and friends who seem to have benefited from those tips. Please if in doubt, always consult a qualified practitioner.
2. With their permission I will be mentioning in these pages the names and expertise of many people who have contributed to my current state of health. See also the Links page. Whenever possible  and relevant, I will be leading you to their websites or giving you a direct contact if you ask me. Nobody is or will be paying me or rewarding me in any way for doing so. I will be doing it because they are wonderful practitioners, to whom I owe much and to whom I am very happy to direct people to, for the benefit of all. I don’t and won’t recommend anyone whose help and expertise I haven’t experienced and benefited from directly.

19. Immortality

How to Grow Old the Right Way Up

Saturday 17th May 2014

 

19. Immortality

 

 

If a bird could stop

In the midst of its flight

And contemplate itself,

The miracle of stillness,

Perhaps it would be happy

 

What makes us so unhappy

Are yesterday; tomorrow;

What it was, what will be,

Between sorrow and hope.

What we had or we didn’t.

What will get or not;

What we were or we weren’t

What we will be or not.

 

If I could stop this instant

This smile, or this kiss

Or this air… or this me…

 

 

And so often it is possible, just by being present in the moment.

 

Patrissia Cuberos

 

Mindfulness is a way to be present, therefore, immortal: still, in and within the instant.

Hugh Poulton has been my most valued mindfulness and yoga teacher for many years.

 

 

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS

1. I am not a health practitioner of any description. The tips I will be giving are directly related to my personal experience and my experiences with family and friends who seem to have benefited from those tips. Please if in doubt, always consult a qualified practitioner.
2. With their permission I will be mentioning in these pages the names and expertise of many people who have contributed to my current state of health. See also the Links page. Whenever possible  and relevant, I will be leading you to their websites or giving you a direct contact if you ask me. Nobody is or will be paying me or rewarding me in any way for doing so. I will be doing it because they are wonderful practitioners, to whom I owe much and to whom I am very happy to direct people to, for the benefit of all. I don’t and won’t recommend anyone whose help and expertise I haven’t experienced and benefited from directly.

How to Grow Old the Right Way Up

Saturday 10th May 2014

 

18. Apple, Pear and Spaghetti

 

 

My mother considered herself enormous: probably elephantine. Not surprisingly everyone agreed with her. I remember her complaining often about her feet and commenting about the strain on them of having to carry “such weight”.

 

However, compared to modern standards dictated by our affluent culture, she was just moderately obese: a typical apple shape with a middle that was, probably 1/3 bigger than her hips and breasts.

 

My father instead was spaghetti shaped: a slim, delicate bone structure supporting what seemed to be just skin.

 

It is interesting for me to read recent scientific conclusions about the effects of body shape on the possible illnesses that will affect your health in the future.

 

My mother, a true apple shape, died, age 73, most probably of a combination of Alzheimer’s and diabetes, but ultimately of a severe sugar drop caused by the difficulty to monitor if she needed an insulin injection or a sugar bust. She had a strong, healthy heart, till the last day of her life.

 

My father had a waistline that would have won a Miss Universe contest. However, he had his first heart attack at the age of 63. The disease finally killed him 10 years later.

 

I am sure my mother, daughter of a wealthy salt mine owner, never knew the meaning of hunger, let alone starvation, but I don’t remember her particularly overeating and, although, in comparison to the average Colombian, she was a sweet tooth, she would hardly fit the current western standards of the misnamed ‘indulgence’.

 

Instead my father, an adventurer, ran away from home at the age of 12, to become a cabin boy in order to escape a domineering mother. He must have endured a fair share of hunger in those days. As an adult, being an Insurance Broker, he used to walk the length and width of broad Bogotá, for 12 to 14 hours every day. His heart should have been strong… Sadly, he smoked: no more than 20 a day, but I suspect he started very young… Perhaps at the age of 12.

 

I am half my mother, half my father. Unfortunately I did seem to inherit my father’s chest, therefore I am a Pear! I hope I have inherited his heart only in nobility, honesty and love. Like him I was the spaghetti type until about 10 years ago (when I met my partner! You can blame him, and blame the ease and happiness of my current life in comparison to my younger years!). I do struggle at the moment, trying to keep my weight down; more so since my Thyroids has had different problems since my early childhood. It has decided to be slow now!

 

So, whether we are Apples or Pears or Spaghetti, more important than being classified or ‘Determined’ by inheritance, early habits, etc, I think moderation is the key, but also the conviction that we can change many aspects of our life/body/mind, with the power of our will.

Most diets work, simply because they regulate our eating habits. But of course watch out for the ‘indulgence’ in excess of dieting.

 

Particularly, be aware that no diet, no remedy, no exercise routine, can replace a peaceful mind, a heart full of love, a purpose for your day, a purpose for your life.

 

Paraphrasing Mystical writer Andrew Harvey: The mind is a berry patch; eat only the best ones.

 

Happy eating.

Patrissia Cuberos

 

 

News: Talking about ‘Determinism’, the publication of my first novel, The Secret Life of a God, and Book I of The Thermodynamics of Love Trilogy, about a boy ‘Determined’ by birth and upbringing to be powerless, yet, ‘determined’ to change his luck, is hopefully imminent.

The novel is dedicated to the hidden God in each of us.

 

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS

1. I am not a health practitioner of any description. The tips I will be giving are directly related to my personal experience and my experiences with family and friends who seem to have benefited from those tips. Please if in doubt, always consult a qualified practitioner.
2. With their permission I will be mentioning in these pages the names and expertise of many people who have contributed to my current state of health. See also the Links page. Whenever possible  and relevant, I will be leading you to their websites or giving you a direct contact if you ask me. Nobody is or will be paying me or rewarding me in any way for doing so. I will be doing it because they are wonderful practitioners, to whom I owe much and to whom I am very happy to direct people to, for the benefit of all. I don’t and won’t recommend anyone whose help and expertise I haven’t experienced and benefited from directly.

17. Destiny or Choice?

How to Grow Old the Right Way Up

Saturday 3rd May 2014

 

17. Destiny or Choice?

Will I be happy?

Will I be rich?

Will I find love?

Those questions and many more complex ones have pressed the human mind since the dawn of time.

Our ancestors looked at the stars, convinced that if those twinkling eyes could guide them through the perils of a sea voyage, they must also hold answers to guide them through the hazards of life.

They created all manner of divination systems and tried to read the signs of anything and everything that fell into their hands.

But hang on! Hands! Soon enough, they realized that hands had those very peculiar lines, which resembled a map: a personal one, to explore and perhaps to explain the mystery of their lives.

My precocious wonderings started when I was about eight years old, together with an early awareness of the fact that every day there were choices to be made, which could lead to different consequences. I could choose to eat my sister’s boyfriend’s Valentine’s gift, a chocolate dog that sat day by day sad and forlorn on her shelf with “eat me!” written all over his face. But the consequences might be very costly! More so since my sister was 15 years older than me, and enormous in my view!

I opted for the middle way choice, and nibbled it slowly and consistently, starting with the tail. My sister only discovered my mischief when the only bits left were the front paws and the head. With my clever choice I delayed the punishment for a couple of months, and it was gentler than if I had eaten the whole thing in one go. She couldn’t help finding my cunning very amusing!

Soon I discovered the map written on the palm of my hand, so curiously different from the ones on the hands of my brothers and sisters.

By the age of 10, aided by my own instinct and the one book on the subject I found in my limited home library, I became a School Celebrity as I undertook enthusiastically the reading of palms, surrounded by a circle of curious, huge 16 to 18 year olds.

Soon enough also, I was worrying, literally to death! about the fact that my lifeline was noticeably shorter than most people’s. This discovery only came to confirm existing fears as I had been born and grown up against all odds, with a murmur in the heart, a weak liver and a very fragile constitution.

I wondered if having been born and having survived was my fate and if it was all written in immutable characters all over my hands or….if I had any choice.

I worked out, aided mostly by the Greek system that my life would end at around the time when I would reach 41. My increasing poor health seemed to confirm this possibility.

Part of me accepted this happily. I dreaded old age with all its health hazards of which I had already experienced more than my fair share. I also hated the idea of becoming even uglier than I already thought I was.

But then, one day, I reached 36. I was by then the mother of two young children, and I was convinced I had only 5 years to live!

I went into a huge depression. Then, helped by homeopathy and weekly visits to a psychiatrist, but perhaps more than anything by my resilience and my unorthodox faith, I pulled out and I decided I wanted to live. And I wanted to live a full life, free of fear.

From that moment on, my life became a whirlwind of events, some happy some very unhappy. By the time I reached 41, I had experienced a several forms of death, represented by the horrors of two years of sever depression, and the death of my marriage to a man I loved very much, but also by the death of my old self. Instead I experienced the birth of my wonderful youngest son, together with my own birth as a new, stronger, happier person.

I had to face life alone in a foreign country, with four children, no family or relatives, no money or support. Yet, I’ve never fallen into depression again.

Curiously enough, the life and love lines in the palms of my hand developed extra branches as I found a fulfilling way of living and a wonderful love relationship….

 

To summarize, in my view, hands, and other forms of divination, probably contain some sort of map which shows our genetic heritage and the particular circumstances that surrounded our birth. But as with all maps, it also contains thousands of possible turns and routes, which are entirely our choice to take.

Till next time, trusting you will make the best choice for your life today and every single day of your life.

Patrissia Cuberos

 

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS

1. I am not a health practitioner of any description. The tips I will be giving are directly related to my personal experience and my experiences with family and friends who seem to have benefited from those tips. Please if in doubt, always consult a qualified practitioner.
2. With their permission I will be mentioning in these pages the names and expertise of many people who have contributed to my current state of health. See also the Links page. Whenever possible  and relevant, I will be leading you to their websites or giving you a direct contact if you ask me. Nobody is or will be paying me or rewarding me in any way for doing so. I will be doing it because they are wonderful practitioners, to whom I owe much and to whom I am very happy to direct people to, for the benefit of all. I don’t and won’t recommend anyone whose help and expertise I haven’t experienced and benefited from directly.

The Water of Life

How to Grow Old the Right Way Up

Saturday 26th April 2014

 

The Water of Life

 

Although most people know the benefits of it, I still come across many who phone the Doctor or reach for a pill or the expensive cream before looking into the most natural healer and beauty aid: Water.

As we all know, water cleanses, nurtures, and is essential to the survival of all known forms of life on this planet, not to mention it makes up between 50% and 70% of our own bodies.

Water and Beauty

Drinking cold water:

  • Aids your digestive and urinary systems to get rid of toxins.
  • Fight cellulite.
  • Freshens and revives skin and hair.

Sprinkling it over your face and body:

  • Hydrates and keeps for longer a youthful, fresh complexion.
  • Over tired legs or after a hot bath or shower helps prevent and seriously lessen varicose veins.
  • It also helps to keep your skin and muscles toned all over your body.

Silver Tea/Hot Water

Sounds elegant, refined, and I dare-say, slim! And it is: A very effective way to loose weight as it dissolves excessive fat in your body. If the water is filtered it can be very pleasant and it can be drunk with fatty meals.

Water and Health

Headache:      I wonder how often you have found yourself in a situation, such as either of these:

 

– It is the middle of the summer. You’ve been out gardening in the afternoon or playing sports with your children or doing some other strenuous activity, or:

– It is the beginning of the winter and the heating has been on for hours, full blast!

In both instances you wake up in the middle of the night with a massive headache: you reach out for the Paracetamol and you swallow it with a glass of water. You feel better.

I suggest you try the water on its own first. You are probably dehydrated!

Stomach pain or colic: You wake up in the middle of the night with a vicious stomach cramp often deep in your right side. You fear appendicitis or even worse, some colon obstruction.

You go to the Doctor. Not appendicitis, but you might have an obstruction in the colon or in the intestine if you haven’t been drinking enough water.

Next time, before panicking, calling the Doctor or taking a pill for the cramp, try water first. Your body might be trying to squeeze out dry food!

Dry, wrenching, painful cough: Don’t reach out straight away for the expectorant, the codeine sense numbing substance and the consequent side effects. (Read the label and know your remedies!) Before calling the Doctor, just try simple, plain, cold water. Add honey if that makes you happy.

Blocked nose: Guess what! Try water first. It might not be the first symptom of a bad flu, or your sinuses or hay fever. It might be once dehydration. It seems to inflame the mucous membranes and it can also cause sore throat. All because of lack of water!!

Cloudy mind: It might not be old age or depression: your brain might just need water!

Hangover: Most drinkers know that there is nothing better for that dreadful “morning after” than drinking more… water!

And the Foe! Yes! Even water is not good in excess and you can become dehydrated if you drink too much. At least a couple of people have been known to have died from drinking too much water!

Don‘t make of it another addiction. Just drink as much as it feels good for you. Remember, the nomads in the Australian forest live with only a few drops every day.

Finally a couple of recipes for beauty and health of body and mind:

–          Add to your water, hot or cold, lemon and a bit of honey. Excellent for colds, and just for taste.

–          Add 1/3 unsweetened apple juice, cinnamon and a bit of honey. Great for warming up if you use hot water. You can swap the apple juice for ginger beer for a bit of spice.

Happy drinking!

Patrissia Cuberos

 

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS

1. I am not a health practitioner of any description. The tips I will be giving are directly related to my personal experience and my experiences with family and friends who seem to have benefited from those tips. Please if in doubt, always consult a qualified practitioner.
2. With their permission I will be mentioning in these pages the names and expertise of many people who have contributed to my current state of health. See also the Links page. Whenever possible  and relevant, I will be leading you to their websites or giving you a direct contact if you ask me. Nobody is or will be paying me or rewarding me in any way for doing so. I will be doing it because they are wonderful practitioners, to whom I owe much and to whom I am very happy to direct people to, for the benefit of all. I don’t and won’t recommend anyone whose help and expertise I haven’t experienced and benefited from directly.

Since I didn’t make time to write a blog this week, here are a couple of links that might interest you

http://www.radiotimes.com/news/2012-02-28/horizons-three-minute-exercise-plan

and http://fitness.mercola.com/sites/fitness/archive/2014/04/11/intermittent-movement.aspx?e_cid=20140411Z2_DNL_art_1&utm_source=dnl&utm_medium

Just going to do mine!

15. And the Killer was…

How to Grow Old the Right Way Up

Saturday 12th April 2014

15. And the Killer was…

All of them looked innocent. Further more, they honestly believed they were.

I interviewed them several times after the tragic events surrounding Sarah’s demise. Each of them had a perfect alibi: they were at home; she was in Hospital.

According to them, they had just been performing their functions as they were meant to, without any ulterior motive or dubious intention.

First I interviewed Sofa. These were his exact words: “I’ve always been here; still, soft and comfy… even though Sarah got me in a charity shop and I was already quite battered. I imagine I might not have been good enough for her; I know I have a weakness. I could never be firm with anyone… I am a softy.”

“But, didn’t you notice that something wasn’t quite right?”

“Sorry, I am very ignorant. I am not like TV or Computer who know all the answers. I just made sure that Sarah as comfortable as possible. I did notice that she spent more and more time on me and I felt really cherished. Not as much as Computer or TV though: they were her favourites.”

“Are you sure you didn’t notice anything?”

“Well… I noticed she became more comfortable herself: bigger and softer. I loved it. I could tell, week by week that her behind was getting better for me. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.”

I had no choice but to declare Sofa, free of all evil intentions.

Then I interviewed TV, who I knew was all excited and ready to be turned on…

“I’m always innocent!” She declared enthusiastically before I managed to ask any questions. “My jobs are to entertain and instruct. Mind you, Sarah liked to be entertained, best. I did my best; therefore Sarah spent many hours sitting on THE SOFA…” TV ended, looking accusatorily to whom she believed to be the culprit.

I ignored her and decided to interview Chair. Same as the others he denied all responsibility.

“Look,” he said quite indignantly: “I was the only one doing any serious job in this house! Sarah only used me when she was doing some proper work, and besides, at least I am firm!” Then, he signalled me to come closer and murmured in my ear: “If you are looking for the assassins, look no further: I know Computer and TV did it! Sofa also… and you haven’t asked bed!”

Bed? I thought. It hadn’t occurred to me that she might have anything to do with it, but I decided to interview her also;

“I did nothing!” she swore. “All I did was to provide her with a place to sleep and rest.”

“What about the hours she spent doing crosswords in the morning? You knew she was getting pain in her neck. You know you did much damage!” Chair shouted from his place.

I realized that Chair definitely knew something, even though I didn’t like his self-righteous attitude. “So…” I addressed him again: “Can you tell me how the symptoms started?”

“I am innocent! I am innocent!” cried Sofa, TV, Computer and Bed in unison. I suspected neither of them was innocent; not even Chair, but at least he was ‘firm’ as he had said, and he might be able to provide some answers and make the other’s chip in.

“I’ll tell you what:” I said trying to pacify them. “Let’s say that all of you are innocent until proven otherwise. I just need to know what happened, and the order in which it happened.”

“It was while working with me that Sarah first complained about her right shoulder…” said Computer Sheepishly, “I think you should ask Mouse… He was never good for her.” He ended.

“Sorry… Sorry!” Mouse squeaked, sniffing loudly. “I didn’t know. I’m just made this way. I’m so sorry!”

“Actually, she was also complaining about her sitting bones… particularly the left side…”

Chair confessed, losing his initial arrogance.

“And I know she always got a neck ache when the cross words took her too long.” Bed admitted, avoiding my gaze.

At this stage Sofa begun to cry: “I knew I wasn’t firm enough! I never was! Her poor lower back was aching awful when she sat on me for too long!”

“But, what did she do, when she had all those aches? Did she stop doing whatever she was doing?”

“No!” they answered mournfully.

“She took painkillers.” Said bed.

“Did she change position? Did she do some exercise?”

“No.! The mournful choir burst again.

“But, Computer and TV: you could have told her to do more exercise… to move more.”

“We tried.” They answered “But she was too busy to pay any attention.” Computer ended.

“She just got worse and worse, ended in a wheel chair, then in hospital with liver dysfunction. She was taking lots of remedies: painkillers, anti-depressants, laxatives, remedies for her liver and digestion, vitamins and minerals…We couldn’t do anything to stop it!” Bed sobbed, hugging Bedside table who had opened her mouth to show a drawer full of medicines, pills and bottles of all ages, colours and sizes.

“Don’t worry guys…” I reassured them writing my final statement: –Slow suicide. – on my notebook. “I can see it was not your fault. You are all exonerated of all blame. Try to take care of your next owner, but I know that we humans are able to use, even the best of our inventions against ourselves.”

 

For the last few weeks I have been suffering the consequences of my favourite activities. Two weeks ago, my shoulder seized up due to too much writing (and here I am again!) and too much sewing (proud about my accomplishments, but in pain!) A body like mine doesn’t take kindly to any excesses. I’d love to write, play the piano, and sew, in excess. For good or for bad, my body gives me the pain signal, so I have to change to an activity that doesn’t involve sitting down or using my right hand and arm. I have let it go too far this time and going for long walks, stretches and yoga, writing standing up, watching TV squatting or doing stretches, won’t do the trick. I will have to take myself to my osteopath on Monday, and for today, I will have to resort to a (one!) painkiller with anti-inflammatory properties. I can’t remember the last time I took one. At least three years ago. By the way, my wonderful Osteopath is Clive Lindley-Jones from Helix House. A real magician. I’ll tell you how I do, next week, although I will try first to intensify the yoga and back exercises.

How to Grow Old the Right Way Up

 

Saturday 5th April 2014

 

14. Alternative Way for an Alternative Life

 

Surely my mother had no alternative when I turned up as a relatively unwelcome present on her forty-sixth birthday. After sixteen pregnancies, she had had her Fallopian Tubes tied three years before. She went on a diet for six months of the pregnancy, nursing what she thought was the onset of menopause and not a new baby!

As a consequence, I was born with a murmur in the heart, an undeveloped liver and a weak constitution. Throughout my childhood, I had to endure an unfair amount of pain and discomfort, followed by the same unfair amount of injections, antibiotics, bullying, operations, and the customary string of side-effects, in spite of having being brought up in a home, where herbs and homeopathy were included in our first-aid kit. My Gran mother had been the first woman practising homeopath in Colombia.

I arrived into adulthood with chronic anaemia, a lifetime of pain and digestive problems, and a hypochondriac’s label, kindly assigned to me by my siblings. But I had kept the same resilience I had shown when I overcame the gigantic obstacles surrounding my birth. However, I was sure I wasn’t meant to reach middle age.

When I was twenty-six, aware of my deplorable state, a kind friend gave me a present that, in her own words, I would “never forget”. She paid for my first visit to a prestigious Bogotá’s homeopath. Within weeks of starting treatment, my health gave a real turn for the better.

Ever since, I have encountered and used many types of alternative approaches to healing myself and my four children. We have used antibiotics, painkillers or conventional medicines only a handful of times over the last 30 years. We have overcome my chronic anaemia, my liver and digestive problems, my son’s asthma, my daughter’s whopping cough, urinary infections, etc with homeopathy. My arthritis is kept at bay and my levels of energy are excellent for my age.

I have used most alternative therapies, particularly Homeopathy, Yoga, Mindfulness and Meditation, Osteopathy, Shiatsu, Massage; also, conventional Physiotherapy. In my view, if the practitioner is good and I do my homework, the therapy works.

Instead of going around on four wheels as I used to fear, I go around the lovely Banbury paths on my two wheeled friend which makes me feel as if I was twenty.

 

(First published in the Banbury Magazine December 2007)

 

I respect medical opinions and diagnoses and I wouldn’t like to offend any good intentioned, honest and dedicated practitioner, but the reality is that much of the medical profession stands on the stilts of the Pharmaceutical industry, and the Pharmaceutical industry stands on the stilts of pain killers and repeated prescriptions. It is not convenient for them that patients get better.

I am sure the biggest majority of Medical practitioners are as innocent as you or me, when they prescribe remedies that simply suppress the symptoms for a limited period of time. Often, we don’t find a cure because we are busy keeping our illness happy by attending to the relief of symptoms rather to the treatment of the causes of the disease.

Sadly all this is supported by our laziness: it is so much easier to take a pain killer than to do a 10 minutes exercise routine…

 

Are you keeping your illness happy?

 

Or are you making sure you can continue living a useful happy life without being pushed around before your time?

 

A bit achy now, so off to do my first 15 minutes Yoga routine of the day.

 

Patrissia Cuberos

 

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS

1. I am not a health practitioner of any description. The tips I will be giving are directly related to my personal experience and my experiences with family and friends who seem to have benefited from those tips. Please if in doubt, always consult a qualified practitioner.
2. With their permission I will be mentioning in these pages the names and expertise of many people who have contributed to my current state of health. See also the Links page. Whenever possible  and relevant, I will be leading you to their websites or giving you a direct contact if you ask me. Nobody is or will be paying me or rewarding me in any way for doing so. I will be doing it because they are wonderful practitioners, to whom I owe much and to whom I am very happy to direct people to, for the benefit of all. I don’t and won’t recommend anyone whose help and expertise I haven’t experienced and benefited from directly.