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The mind is like a drunken monkey stung by a bee.
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Buddhist saying
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With all the irregular heart rhythms, the strange whooshing and swooshing of my heart, the fear of another heart attack, it was difficult not to be worried all the time. I feared that that my anxiety would make things worse for my heart, yet the anxiety was constantly present.
Several weeks after the heart attack, I took up meditation; I had difficult sitting still. I added chanting to the meditation, trying to resonate deep and healing sounds around my heart area. I worked at visualization, relaxing and seeing my heart as healthy and strong. I repeated over and over to myself, “My heart and arteries are soft and open.”
In late January, I sat down at the computer to draw and to my surprise, the image was a peaceful one.
Finally, the Drunken Monkey had calmed down.
Several weeks after the heart attack, I took up meditation; I had difficult sitting still. I added chanting to the meditation, trying to resonate deep and healing sounds around my heart area. I worked at visualization, relaxing and seeing my heart as healthy and strong. I repeated over and over to myself, “My heart and arteries are soft and open.”
In late January, I sat down at the computer to draw and to my surprise, the image was a peaceful one.
Finally, the Drunken Monkey had calmed down.
